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dont look up [and see me dying]

by fatherfig

when i swim it still feels like drowning
when i fly it feels like falling im afraid
to look down and see my broken body
in the rubble, because when i heal it
seems like i wasnt broken enough the
first time

i now have to look at my twisted body
and my twisted face push my thumbs
into my eye holes and arrange my
brain the right way

im afraid to self medicate
because i dont know who id become
i am a self surgeon with no anesthesia
much too awake my skin prickles
at the touch of my own hands

am i fixing myself
or am i twisting myself
into something
much more

i cant tell all i see is
the blood on my hands
and all i feel is
the knife in my

a hushed whisper
in the back of my mind
rasps "are we better yet"
but everything is still broken
and i am still falling
from the balcony

and i am still dead
on the pavement

and i am still drowned in the river
and i am still hung in the basement
and i am still locked in the closet
gasping for air as i tuck paper into
the cracks for concealment and

i am still smiling
with blood in my mouth
i can taste it

i am a role model
and a missing person
there is a dead body
at the kitchen table

i am a role model
thats the worst of it
someone wants to be
this unstable

i dont want
the people who look up to me
to see me hanging in the cellar
i am a role model and that means
i have to get better

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Points: 35
Reviews: 11

Tue Feb 06, 2024 5:19 pm
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Physarumpolycephalum wrote a review...

Hello there! How has your day been going? I’ve dropped by to give a small review, everything is subjective, don’t take me too seriously.

From the beginning, this piece struck me with its incredible flow. It is very readable, incredibly punchy – something that I would mostly ascribe to verse and stanza structure but was also probably influenced by your lovely use of anafora (“and i am”, ”i” and ”and”, especially, words that perpetuate intimacy, a sense of being overwhelmed, and the idea of a fault within oneself, all of which are feelings that this poem absolutely wins out on). This flow, along with the aforementioned word choices pull the reader into the speaker’s world, creating a pseudo-collective experience that makes the whole thing memorable, emotionally impactful, and thematically strong as a consequence. Speaking of themes, the way you flowed from one theme to another in places like the third stanza from the end (a combination of the morbid imagery before it and the role model theme from after) worked incredibly well in communicating thought flow, chaos, and the difficulty of transcribing emotional experiences into words.

Another thing that I loved, before we get into any criticisms, is your work with imagery. Images that gained a certain connotation at the beginning (hanging in the basement, for example), went through transformation throughout. These transformations, connected as they were to relatively concrete but still-changing concepts, added great depth of meaning to the piece as a whole, allowed for a more fluid experience, and resonated with the common experience of singular things having multiple associations and connotations even within the mind of one individual person.

As far as criticisms go, at the risk of sounding like a hypocrite, I would point out some structural features of the poem that, in my own completely subjective and personal opinion, could potentially stand to be improved. There were times, when I wondered whether it was necessary for a verse break at that particular point, others where I considered if a restructuring of an entire stanza wasn’t in order. Not because of flow or readability, but because of meaning association. This feeling was particularly strong in the first two stanzas, when the verse breaks hadn’t started being mostly for emphasis of meaning or effectual flow. While I agree that the half-by-half kind of style added to the feeling that the speaker was rambling off an introduction to their emotional conundrum (fair enough) and made the whole thing feel hurried and breathless (understandable), there was so much variability of meaning structure in the first stanza that it started to fall apart a little, with the first verse being relatively whole thematically, the second jumping into a different topic towards the end, the third finishing its thought on the fourth line and the fourth on the sixth.

Overall, the impactful imagery that you managed to convey from the very beginning made the chaos relatively harmless, and, as I said before, I loved it regardless. I just hope to be of some potential, constructive help as a fellow sufferer.

Have a very nice rest of the day wherever you are, I wish you nothing but the best in whatever you may attempt next : )

Goodbye for now!
The Blob

fatherfig says...

<333 thank you very much for the review

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Reviews: 75

Mon Feb 05, 2024 3:08 am
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Leya wrote a review...

Hello! :D Ley here to review this piece for you!

First impressions...

I immediately knew from reading teh first stanza that this was going to be an extremely powerful piece of poetry. I'd be lying if I said my eyes weren't slightly teary by the end of it. As a big sister, this resonated with me in so many ways, and I truly do appreciate you for sharing this with us! :D Lets get right into the review!

When I was reading this I felt...

Sad, emotional, empathetic, drowned. This piece made me feel every single emotion. Your use of language did it for me-- and the formatting of this poetry was the best formatting preference you could've chose. I felt like the narrator was really speaking to me, having a conversation with me, confided in me. I also wanted to mention that this reminded me a lot of spoken word.

My favorite line/quote is...

This whole stanza:

and i am still drowned in the river
and i am still hung in the basement
and i am still locked in the closet
gasping for air as i tuck paper into
the cracks for concealment and

I feel the emotional aspect of this piece really came alive right here. This was a turning point in pace when I was reading-- for some reason I started to read your words faster as if the narrator were upset and/or frustrated with themselves. The repetitive reuse of the words 'i am still' was truly a great idea.

Some things that could be improved are...

Just one-- a grammar mistake possibly:

because i dont know who id become
i am a self surgion with no anesthesia

The correct spelling for this word is 'surgeon'. :D That's literally it. I found no issues in the formatting or any other grammar mistakes. Nice job.


This was an emotional and truly powerful take on how to keep yourself going when others look up to you. Those younger than us usually don't understand that we're not perfect. To them, we are. I really enjoyed this. Thank you for sharing, once again! Happy Writing <3

With Love, Ley

fatherfig says...

Thank you for the review ley!

Do the right thing. It will gratify some people and astonish the rest.
— Mark Twain