16+ Language

Porcelain

Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language.

We were porcelain;

pristine, perfect, pretty.

Pretty damn fucked.

*

The first crack shocked me

but I patched it up with super glue.

*

Super. A deceiving label-

the crack crept back

and the porcelain smashed

and now the carpet is covered with pieces.

Pieces of pristine, perfect, pretty.

*

I kneel to retrieve them.

You shout,

“Don’t pick them up.”

*

It’s pretty damn fucked.

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sagnik
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sagnik wrote a review · Sun Jun 28, 2015 5:39 pm

i like the shape u gave to the relationship .truly all the fake relationship should scatter o0n the carpet of time. they are fragile as porecelain and could easily be joined by a glue but for once. it can resist only a single blow og distrust not more. the second and migtier blow can shatter it.
but i like thye way u instead of regretting said that the pieces of glass shoul not be pickede. that has 2 meanings one is that u want not to forgive and another u want not to foget it. i love the satire. you are a very sensitive person to hold this issue in a remarkable way. keep writing.

I really like the simplicity of this poem, but within it you make the big idea your relaying much easier to consume, and that's something a lot of writers have issue with; making it simple enough. I like the metaphor of comparing innocence to porcelain, and the idea that once there's a crack, or I suppose in the context, a sin of some sort, you cannot return to being perfect or innocent. It's an idea that a lot of poets like to stress in work, but you do it much better than the majority I have seen by making it so straightforward. Sometimes with a topic like this it's hard to not extend it, but you were able to keep all the major parts while also keeping it short, sweet, and to the point.
I applaud you for that.
If anything, I do have one issue overall.
Why is the third line in the first stanza there? I get the use of the phrase at the end after something has happened, but at the beginning, what is its purpose? Does it stand for fact that, yeah, while you're innocent for a short time, you can't stop reality from making you imperfect, so you're screwed from the get-go? That's kinda what I assumed from the context clues given in the rest of the piece. If you are trying to do that, I would suggest maybe adding a fourth line in which you point that out, because that could be misconstrued as you just wanting to throw the f-bomb in early for shock value or something. I don't know, it's just a suggestion, haha.

Well, I hope you continue to write!
Great job
~Maddie

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PaperNessa
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The thing that grabbed my attention was the warning for language as most of the writers on here are afraid to use cuss words, and I have been warned a couple of times by the moderators to "cool my language down". Anyways, the use of alliteration really draws the reader in in the first stanza and creates a nice image. The third line, however, shatters that image. I imagine that was your intention and could be representative of the cracks in the porcelain. If this is the case, I would suggest taking the line out:

The first crack shocked me


Since the "crack" has already been representative in your poetic word choice. In place, I would maybe add details about the narrator and the later character's reaction to the crack. Why is this "pretty d*mn f*cked"? Maybe elaborate?

And then the third and fourth stanzas I would combine in some places. It didn't quite make sense to me while reading it the first time... It would read:

The first crack shocked me
but I patched it up with "super" glue.
A deceiving label-
the crack crept back
and the porcelain smashed.

Now the carpet is covered with pieces.
Pieces of pristine, perfect, pretty [add a noun that describes why everything is so "pretty d*mn f*cked")
I kneel to retrieve them.
You shout,
“Don’t pick them up.”

This is just a suggestion. I like this concept. Keep writing!



Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream.
— Mark Twain