E - Everyone

neverforget

https://open.spotify.com/track/0Ez0HcZneugrMqIYjlm...

-

What I asked for was simple at the time

It came to me, drifting, and I decided to reach for it

The fabric was so thin it snagged in my fingers

I spent the time untangling it, staring at it

It was so visible compared to the rest of the world

Even as I discarded it into the wind

It was a vivid dot against gray.

-

It had life.

-

I blinked a few times as I walked on, looking

At the palms of my hands, which were painted

With the same vibrance like the cloth

I watched this light travel through my body

Down to the floor, onto the pavement

Up, up, into the sky.

The dashes and streaks of dullness

Became light hues of crisscrossing light

Each object vied for my attention

It had something different about it

Even in the chaos, these forms all blended together.

-

I felt real.

Comments & reviews · 2
Note: You are not logged in, but you can still leave a comment or review. Before it shows up, a moderator will need to approve your comment (this is only a safeguard against spambots). Leave your email if you would like to be notified when your message is approved.

User avatar
Casanova
Review

Heya, Manilla. This is Casanova here for a review. Anyway, let's get to it.

I'll be breaking this down.

What I asked for was simple at the time

It came to me, drifting, and I decided to reach for it

The fabric was so thin it snagged in my fingers

I spent the time untangling it, staring at it

It was so visible compared to the rest of the world

Even as I discarded it into the wind

It was a vivid dot against gray.


When I read this i had the faint feeling of being choked by adjectives and verbs. I would actually suggest dialing down a bit on those and just focus on the story that you're trying to tell here. I would suggest just keeping the flow up, keeping the story going, and don't try to over do it with the verbs- that's the main killer here. Now I'm not saying take metaphors out of your story- no no no, keep them, but learn how to describe what you're talking about without actually coming out and saying what you're talking about, if that makes any sense. Anway, onward.

I blinked a few times as I walked on, looking

At the palms of my hands, which were painted

With the same vibrance like the cloth

I watched this light travel through my body

Down to the floor, onto the pavement

Up, up, into the sky.


This is a bit better, you're telling your story, but now it just seems a bit dry of emotion the reader is supposed to feel, so i would suggest throwing together some images than mean a lot to you and relate to this and use those instead of bland narration, but that's just my view of that subject.

The dashes and streaks of dullness

Became light hues of crisscrossing light

Each object vied for my attention

It had something different about it

Even in the chaos, these forms all blended together.


These were easily my favourite lines from the entire poem- the are portraying exactly what I was talking about earlier in the poem, and I think if the entirepoem was done like this it would be absolutely excellent, but I'm just a critic who doesn't even read poetry, nor like it(Although I do write a crap tone of it)

Any way overall I like your idea and I would like to see it executed with a sharp eye and pen.

Keep on doing what you're doin, I hope this helped and if you need help or have questions, feel free to find me.

Sincerely, Casanova

This is late, but thanks for the review!

User avatar
Bellarke
Review

Hello, It is Be!!!

I am gonna try to review this....

First off, I wanna say that this is so good, I loved it.

And alos here are a few really small problem:


"What I asked for was simple at the time

It came to me, drifting, and I decided to reach for it

The fabric was so thin it snagged in my fingers"

This was a little confused, because i'n couldnt understand what the 'it' was...

Honestly, this is all that I didnt understand form this....

I loved this, it was so true...

my favorite part is:

"I blinked a few times as I walked on, looking

At the palms of my hands, which were painted

With the same vibrance like the cloth

I watched this light travel through my body

Down to the floor, onto the pavement

Up, up, into the sky.

The dashes and streaks of dullness"

I loved this, keep writing, ~Be.



The best speculative fiction peels your mind and shows you the familiar from a direction you have not looked in before
— Neil Gaiman