It's nobody.

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My name is nobody,
a simple, lonely concept.
Something that feels like surrendering
to a sudden wind,
looks like flesh,
morphing into beads of red sand.

It's delusion after countless delusion,
vacant eyes in a crowd.
Trackmarks that abandon promises.
It's neutral,
It's nobody.
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TazmaniaGirl
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I live the way you've written this!
It's got a great flow to it, and there's obviastly been alot of hard work put into this.
I like the punctuation, as many people leave this out in a poem.
But you'v done it, and you've made me happy!
I don't think I have any neagtatives!
Maybe make it longer, because I would love to read more.

Sorry if this has been a bad review, I haven't got the hang of it yet!

Well Done, and Keep Writing!

~ TazmaniaGirl xx

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Nook
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Nook wrote a review · Sun Jun 24, 2012 8:32 am

This was a really good piece of writing! I absolutely LOVED your use of descriptions and similes of sorts in this!

Now...stanza by stanza, I will review this.

"My name is nobody,
a simple, lonely concept.
Something that feels like surrendering
to a sudden wind,
looks like flesh,
morphing into beads of red sand."

Like I said, very good use of imagery in this stanza. Also, I like that FEEL it gives you, that sad, impossible sort of feeling. Pretty contradictorial, right? This stanza is really good.


"It's delusion after countless delusion,
vacant eyes in a crowd.
Trackmarks that abandon promises.
It's neutral,
It's nobody."

The final... Again, amazing use of imagery. But couldn't that second line have looked a little better like this?

vacant eyes in a crowd...

But otherwise, nice ending to a short and sweet poem.

Also, keep in mind the length. Lots of readers lose interest when a poem is too short!



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