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All's fair in war [and] love
But [I've] fought for both.
Your [spent] cartridges scatter,
[all] for nothing.
Is [this] what lies look like?
[Time] does not guarantee love. (We've rusted.)
If you're [feeling] worthless, you're right.
[Something] in your ceaseless grinding gears,
something in [you], tells me when to pull the trigger.
You [can't] do this anymore. I'm drained.
I [feel] the cold cogs in your eyes turning, scanning,
staring [at] me. You still want everything.
[All] of me me me. The hinge of your wrist beckons.
[Oh], I'm tired of bullets and promises.
[You're] splintering my heart like a bone.
You're [a] war I'm done fighting.
You're a [machine].
But [I've] fought for both.
Your [spent] cartridges scatter,
[all] for nothing.
Is [this] what lies look like?
[Time] does not guarantee love. (We've rusted.)
If you're [feeling] worthless, you're right.
[Something] in your ceaseless grinding gears,
something in [you], tells me when to pull the trigger.
You [can't] do this anymore. I'm drained.
I [feel] the cold cogs in your eyes turning, scanning,
staring [at] me. You still want everything.
[All] of me me me. The hinge of your wrist beckons.
[Oh], I'm tired of bullets and promises.
[You're] splintering my heart like a bone.
You're [a] war I'm done fighting.
You're a [machine].
Literature
Machine-Part Sincerity
She once said to me,
"Come. You be a gear right here,
and I'll be a pulley over there.
Together, we'll both obey
the lever's dream."
I lied to her when I said,
"I want nothing more."
Literature
Machine Man
Machine Man:
It began with but a simple command, "to do as we are told".
Never to deviate from this path - never to nurture the soul.
We are told that we are given a purpose; "a part of something great!"
Yet why oh why am I so weary of that which is my fate?
Am I an error, a single anomaly, unable to feel intact?
Or am I missing some special attribute - a facet which I lack.
In a society made of fleshed machines; robots wearing skin,
Perhaps I'm simply seeking something, to fill this metal tin.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th November 2012
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binary
I am so bewildered.
I write about this often, how I am
stuck between the fingernails of
zeros and ones,
and how the eulogies go
dim and gray when you want them to,
how the only death I can really mourn
is my own.
I want to find a frequency between
rows of numbers and your breath,
a rhythm in the product of a phosphorescent gasp
or how I once found vibrancy in a painting of
water lilies.
They change as you walk back and forth,
someone once explained to me.
the focus shifts.
far away, an elegant scene is painted in
reflections on water.
but when you get close, it is all brush-strokes and
turbulence and the dissonant symphony
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Embedded poetry is taking a line from a pre-existing poem and building a new poem around it.
My line is "And I've spent all this time feeling something you can't feel at all, oh, you're a machine." This is from the song Machine by Josh Groban (fast-forward to 6:30). Go listen to it. It's glorious. Also, I'm in love with him, so.
P.S. (Wtf why aren't they lining up. )
Questions for #theWrittenRevolution:
Did I successfully incorporate the themes of war, machines, and love?
Are there any cliches I didn't manage to dodge?
What do you think the tone is?
Are there any awkward lines/images?
Can you identify with this at all?
And here's the critique. Sorry it's so long and rambling and random.
My line is "And I've spent all this time feeling something you can't feel at all, oh, you're a machine." This is from the song Machine by Josh Groban (fast-forward to 6:30). Go listen to it. It's glorious. Also, I'm in love with him, so.
P.S. (Wtf why aren't they lining up. )
Questions for #theWrittenRevolution:
Did I successfully incorporate the themes of war, machines, and love?
Are there any cliches I didn't manage to dodge?
What do you think the tone is?
Are there any awkward lines/images?
Can you identify with this at all?
And here's the critique. Sorry it's so long and rambling and random.
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Hi!
I like the idea behind embedded poetry, although I've got to be honest and say the brackets were distracting.
I love how well this piece flows and how it still manages to have the rhythm of gunfire--you've definitely managed to integrate the subject matter and the form very well.
I know that the song and the line "you're a machine" are the inspiration for this piece, but I honestly felt that the last line was the weakest line in the poem, simply because 'machine' felt too incongruous and inadequate of an image. It's great what you've tried to do in using the lyrics, but I feel the piece would have a better ending line if you replaced the word machine.
Like I said, the rhythm of this piece is its greatest strength, and your use of alliteration and repetition and the occasional half-rhyme is very effective. I like the images you use, and though using the words "heart," "splintered," "eyes" and "promises" in a poem on romance makes it just a tiny bit cliche (I can't remember who put up a checklist on writing non-cliche love poems, but it's a great help, even if it is almost impossible to adhere to), other images, like "spent cartridges" and "the hinge of your wrist" make this piece fresh and original in its own right.
I had a few suggestions where punctuation is concerned, though it's really just nitpicking:
All's fair in war [and] love,
But [I've] fought for both.
Your [spent] cartridges scatter,
[all] for nothing.
Is [this] what lies look like?
[Time] does not guarantee love. (We've rusted.)
If you're [feeling] worthless, you're right.
[Something] in your ceaseless grinding gears,
something in [you], tells me when to pull the trigger.
You [can't] do this anymore. I'm drained.
I [feel] the cold cogs in your eyes turning, scanning,
staring [at] me. You still want everything.
[All] of me me me. The hinge of your wrist beckons.
[Oh], I'm tired of bullets and promises,
[You're] splintering my heart like a bone.
You're [a] war I'm done fighting:
You're a [machine].
Like I said, nitpicking <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt="" title=" (Smile)"/>
Overall, though, I enjoyed reading this piece, and I hope this amounts to some helpful feedback.