But Never Forget

by TrueFantasy

Published June 14, 2016

E - Everyone

You sit on your chair with black strings of hair falling down on your face, glued onto your skin from the river that streams down your eyes.

Your ears drum with hate and they are pierced with hisses of words. They pull your crown, rip the sapphires and dethrones your worth.

Your mind is static of black and grey that flashes images of the monster living with you.

But never forget.

Your soul is framed in a body that can do wonders to this world. You pour out your art from this weightless yet intense mystery.

Your brain sits on a throne that is crowned with wisdom that digests every touch of experience you had on this planet.

Your lips curve up into red mountain peaks above the cave that echoes a voice of success and roars with passion that vibrates heat into our blood.

Your scent reaches out with freshness, the rain to our dying roots helping us to grow.

And your eyes.

Your eyes glow with fire that lights up the darkness and shines with clarity.

But never forget. You are phenomenal.

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TrueFantasy
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TrueFantasy commented Comment · Jun 27, 2016

Thanks for your feedback! Gives me hope that I am good at what I do. More writings will be on its way.

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ShaeSnow
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ShaeSnow wrote a review Review · Jun 26, 2016

First and foremost, I love it. The style, the words, the fact that it talks to one and all. Like anybody and everybody.

Dethrone shouldn't have an s in the context it was used.
"Your mind is static of black and grey that flashes images of the monster living with you."
You can also say: your mind is A static of black and grey that flash images of the monster loving with you.

That is always the nitpicking I want to do. It's really sad that this person feels bad but is still seen as making an impact, but it also helps in letting "you" know that they are worthy in a way.

"Your scent reaches out with freshness, the rain to our dying roots helping us to grow."

I absolutely adore that last line.
I think the full stop in between makes it stern and confirms that yes someone really thinks something good about you. Keep writing, have I said that I love this poem? Well I really do

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dogsrule5
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dogsrule5 wrote a review Review · Jun 15, 2016

Hey, Dogs here to do a quick review!

First off, I really liked this poem. It's really good. I just a couple of suggestions and mistakes I'm just going to point out just so you know about them.

Let's start off with the suggestions shall we?

1) Knowing this is a poem I would suggest you put your lines into stanzas. How you wrote this is fine, and I think it's very unique, and I love the writing style. It's just different. You can do whatever, but I don't think you should change it because it's a very unique writing style and I really like it. That was just a suggestion for future poems and works, but feel free to do what you want to.

2) Another suggestion is that in the last line.

But never forget. You are phenomenal


Instead of putting a period, you could also use a comma. It's your choice, but that's just something else you could do, if you don't want or need that big of a pause. Feel free to keep it the way it is.

Now on to the good part of the review. Yay!

1) I really like how you wrote the poem, it's a very unique writing style, instead of using a four-six words per line, you wrote a whole line and kind of split it into paragraphs, which I personally have never seen in a poem. I really like that.

2) I love the choice of words. You use such amazing words and it's very phenomenal.

3) I love the last line. It's my favorite.
But never forget. You are phenomenal.


I love this line because it's telling you and everyone else that they can make a difference, and they are worth it, even if others think your not.

That's all for my review. Keep up the fantastic writing, and I hope I see more works and poems like this.

Keep up the great writing,
Love,
Dogs

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myjaspercat
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myjaspercat wrote a review Review · Jun 14, 2016

Hey TrueFantasy,
Myjaspercat here to give you a review..

You sit on your chair with black strings of hair falling down onaround your face, start a new line hereglued onto your skin fromby the river that streams downfrom your eyes. I like these first few lines. It's a tad bit cliche but I still like them.
Your ears drum with hate and they are pierced with hisses of words. I'm a little confused here, maybe you could clearify this metaphor a little bit more for me. Also you want to start a new line. They pull your crown, rip the sapphires and dethrones your worth. Again, I dont really understand this line. Plus I would love to know who the 'they' are. Could you please give your readers something a little bit more.
Your mind is full of static of black and grey start new linethat flashes the images of the monster living with in you.
But never forget.
Your soul is framed in a body that can do wonders to this world. new lineYou pour out your art from this weightless yet intense mystery.
Your brain sits on a throne that is crowned with wisdom that digests every touch of experience you had on this planet. this line is a bit wordy. It's just a little to much, if you get what I mean.
Your lips curve up into red mountain peaks above the cave that echoes a voice of successand roars with passion that vibrates heat into our blood. again a little to wordy
Your scent reaches out with freshness,New line the rain to our dying roots that helping us to grow.
And your eyes.
Your eyes glow they glowwith the fire that lights up the darkness and shines with clarity.
But never forget. You are phenomenal.


Ok, so this poem was interesting. The format is a little weird and could use some fixng up and the way you showed your work was just a little to wordy and complicated. Anyways, I hope I helped some and if you have any questions then please feel free to ask. Good luck and continue writing. ---Myjaspercat

I appreciate it.

of course, anytime



The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.
— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451