stay..

by loveinblue

Published May 24, 2014

E - Everyone

In ink in blue..

I've tried nough and I'm tired now,

stuck in this tangle of emotions, you won't pull me out.

you were once right here, so close to my heart,

you walked away but your footprints remained,

tried enough to erase em' hoping they may,

somehow though, you simply stay..

you words, your whispers, your texts even, so caught up in my memory,

this question really started to matter now,

was it so easy to forget me?

maybe it was bacause now I see, you and me are no more a 'We'

your memories are a stain, maybe times then just weren't sane,

because I've tried enough and I'm tired now,

"you'll get over it." they say,

and my reply is always "he stays."

Comments & reviews · 2
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deletedaug23
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deletedaug23 wrote a review Review · May 25, 2014

Hola Loveinblue, Team Red's Strange has a review for you on this fantastic Review Day..
I haven't seen a poem like this in a while. It's not extraordinary, but it's pretty good. This is a good poem about heartbreak and moving on. Now, I hate Romance as many know, but I did enjoy the result. A thing about this poem that works well is diction. Diction is evident in this poem at two occasions, and that nearly sold me over. At first I thought it was a typing mistake, then I got past my simple mindedness. It is simple, but delivers a lot. Some readers can clearly relate to this, as others can see what is going on. I'm not a relationship type of guy, but you proved a great point that is true. I suck at pointing out things that are wrong with poems, but I can point out what is right. This poem is off to the races.
Overall, great poem.
Strange gives you..
9.1/10
Great job
Keep writing
Stay groovy, my amigo.

thankyou kind sire : )

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Crimsona
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Crimsona wrote a review Review · May 24, 2014

Hello there! Crim here to review your poem.

Before I dive in and talk about what I liked and disliked, I'm going to cover a few spelling and grammatical errors that you've made and may want to correct.

Firstly, you've missed the 'e' off of enough in the first line.
Secondly, the 'you' in like three should have a capital letter because it is a after a period.
In 'em'', the apostrophe should be before the 'e', not after the 'm' as it is an abbreviation.
In line seven the 'you' should again have a capital letter because it follows and ellipsis.
As should the 'maybe' in line ten.

^ Sorry for that chunk, now I can get on to properly reviewing. :)

I loved the message of this poem, especially the ending. It was choc full of raw emotion without any overly stylised language which I really liked - however I think you could develop the lines with 'you walked away but your footprint remained' as I think that's a really powerful message but it lacking a bit of oomph which could be created with some imagery or perhaps continuing this idea for a little while longer.

'was it so easy to forget me?'

^ Ouch, that line was like a stab in the heart, a question that I have no doubt everyone has asked themselves or will ask themselves at least once in their lives.

'your memories are a stain, maybe times then just weren't sane'

I absolutely adore this line, and the mid line rhyme just makes it pop even more, I think that is probably my favourite line in the poem.

Overall I really enjoyed reading this poem and I think it has the potential to be really great if you make the grammatical changes that I suggested and maybe develop a few themes in the poem.
I assume that this poem is about some sort of heartbreak and I'm sorry if you've gone through that recently, time is the best healer and you can get through it, everything will be okay in the end - I promise! If you have any questions or queries about anything that I've written here then shoot a message my way, I'll be happy to chat/help!

Take care and keep writing,

Crim

thankyou, I consider everything ou wrote : )



I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights