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You're fat.
Or maybe you're
Anorexic...
I don't know.
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
You're ugly.
Or maybe you're
Fake...
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
You're quiet.
Or maybe you're
Obnoxious...
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
You're you.
Or maybe you're
like everybody else?
Well.
You're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
Or maybe you're
Anorexic...
I don't know.
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
You're ugly.
Or maybe you're
Fake...
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
You're quiet.
Or maybe you're
Obnoxious...
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
You're you.
Or maybe you're
like everybody else?
Well.
You're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
Literature
Therapists, I don't like their taste.
i.
in 7th grade
i didn’t know depression
until she told me her name,
carving forever scratches
along my limbs like
little love notes on the bark
of a tree.
she stole my rings
and left me hollow.
ii.
i had only ever met anxiety
in passing, until one day
he handed me power and told me
to hurt someone else with it.
iii.
inexperienced,
with an uncontrollable
quivering in my fingers,
he whispered, “ to survive,
you must learn quickly.”
as i shoved the bevel of a needle
into a strangers arm.
iv.
so, if a therapist
could talk away my scars
like iodine disinfects,
guide the ships
through
Literature
I was taught right from wrong
I was taught right from wrong
By a murderer
I was taught truth from lies
By a magician
I was taught who my friends were
By my enemy
I was taught to be honest
By a professional liar
I was taught to always speak my mind
By being told to keep quiet
I was taught to be kind
By someone that beat me down
I was taught to smile
By someone who could never wipe a scowl of their face
I was taught to love
By being abused
I was taught to live
By someone who was already dead
I was taught to perform
By someone with stage fright
I was taught to be excellent
By someone that failed in everything
I was taught to rely on only my self
By being su
Literature
Please,
don’t make me
fall in love with you,
again.
I don’t want to remember you,
those Sunday morning
wake-me-up kisses,
or the way your
lost boy eyes always,
always found a way
to find mine.
There are only so many times
I can allow you to slice
through my scar tissue
before I finally
fall
ap art.
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Just a poem I wrote really fast. I don't know.
But I know I know it's another stereotype poem, like my others. But before you say this is all I write, please recognize the fact that I do write other things, and just because they aren't popular doesn't mean they're not there.
Thank.
You.
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But I know I know it's another stereotype poem, like my others. But before you say this is all I write, please recognize the fact that I do write other things, and just because they aren't popular doesn't mean they're not there.
Thank.
You.
Facebook!
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Overall
Vision Originality Technique ImpactThe first line caught my attention. I'm sure that was the point. It's a very effective opening. The piece has a nice rhythm, it flows well, and overall I think the simplicity of the style is a good choice for conveying your message.
I think the use of the ellipsis weakens those lines a little too much, but it's a minor problem. My punctuation choice there would've been a period or a comma, because I keep looking at the "..." and hearing the voice of the narrator trail off.
Really I think the main criticism I have is that your description essentially apologizes for the poem. If you have something to say as an author, I think you should say it and not worry about whether anyone else has a problem with your subject matter or how often you write about the same thing.