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You'll never understand...
But I'm glad you don't.
Because that would mean
You'd have to go through my pain.
And I'd never wish that
For you.
But I'm glad you don't.
Because that would mean
You'd have to go through my pain.
And I'd never wish that
For you.
Literature
I Will Believe That You're Okay...
If you tell me you're fine,
Then I won't question it.
I won't ask you about the cuts,
Or the bruises.
I'll turn a blind eye to everything...
Instead I'll ask that you join me tonight,
And maybe we'll cook ourselves a little supper.
Maybe you'd like to stay over? It'd be cool!
We'll watch a movie, play a few games.
C'mon you know how much I suck at monster hunter,
Be my wingman--er, lady tonight
And in the morning, let's go for a walk,
There's a huge park just a short distance away.
We could go on one of those nature trail things!
Hell yeah? Hell yeah!
And maybe, after you've had some time to think,
You'll see that things ain't quite a
Literature
Dear Poetry,
You will find out that I am not a strong person. Dragons do not make a home beneath my skin to hoard their treasured princesses. I am not that lucky. For I have misplaced collarbones just as quickly as I’ve misplaced hearts, a pulse still rhythmic against my fingertips. I am a monster of words, devouring Cummings and Plath with no ounce of self control left in my body. I promised myself this weight would not fall for the sharp edges of stars ground into your knuckles. But, write air into my lungs, poetry. Give this wild thing a reason to learn the definition of tamed.
Write me a poem, and I will promise to fall in love with you, sl
Literature
Desperation
I wonder how many days you've spent feeling lost.
Thinking that you're going somewhere.
Never actually getting anywhere.
You look at the same four walls over and over again.
You can paint them in different colours,
But you know they're still the same.
And you convince yourself that you're making progress,
Nothing's changed, but you're making progress.
Things are getting worse, but you're making progress.
And then you wake up and realise,
That shit has hit the fan...
Suddenly you're forced to do the things you couldn't,
The kind of things that you were never comfortable with.
And you find out you can do them.
You find out that the only
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Overall
Vision
Originality Technique ImpactVision:
It gets clear what you write about. Somehow you wish to be understood, especially by people who are very close to you; that might make you feel less alone. But then you think about what they would have to comprehend - and you realize that this is so excruciating that you want to spare your friends the pain they would have to go through, just as you say in your poem.
Originality:
The basic idea is the attempt not to burden the people you love with your own problems - an idea that occurs from time to time, but that is not overused.
Technique:
It is a very short and very simple poem, outright and precise. Nevertheless, you say all that has to be said. The first line stands in contrast to the rest and seems to express the misery of not being understood. You leave open what shall be comprehended at all, which makes the poem fit so several situations. Your text can be easily read, but something still bothers me a little, although I can't make out what it is. Maybe you could have decided on 'd or on would instead of using both, and you could have used small letters to begin the lines that start in the middle of a sentence. Just to make it a little clearer...
Impact:
The poem is appealing and deals with an occurrence several people might know. I am not sure how persons who are not used to the situation you describe will be affected, but if you have been in similar circumstances, the lines are very familiar. And without using many words, you encapsulate everything crucial.