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i. Blue is the color of my veins, but lately I've been pumping more black than red, more maybes than yeses, more footsteps than flight patterns.
ii. I started counting that very first night. My shirt plaid, buttons escaping from their holes like necks slipping from their flannel nooses. Your eyes were high beams going the wrong direction on a one-way street, and I knew that this was going to be different.
iii. When you said goodbye instead of goodnight, I felt the butterflies die in the gas chambers of my heart.
iv. It rained today, drowned worms lying limp, guts spilled like secrets on the leaf-slick sidewalk. I paused beneath an oak, with my eucalyptus hair and kohl-smudged eyes, waiting for one of those metal-winged beasts roaring overhead to bring you to me.
v. However long it takes me to forget the sound of your voice, to fall back into the quilt of my own speech patterns instead of yours.
vi. You are my favorite song.
vii. The grit in my teeth from when I tripped and fell too many times trying to keep up.
viii. Your heartbeats sound like gunshots and I swear I'll swallow every single bullet.
ix. You are the folded corner of a page in a book I haven't yet finished reading.
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Metro poems
I. "Art Museum"
modern persian miniature on white leaflets;
a maze for lab ants.
II. "Kaiser in Paris"
a deadbeat in front de Franche-Comté;
patents for toilet paper.
III. "in Dingle"
the earliest casualties drowned at night,
driftwood in wilted, Irish fields.
IV. "The Mistake"
August 27 2012, an elephant awoke;
in Tampa, Florida.
~MK
Literature
Dromomania
Every day I turn the key in the lock
Hoping to find you
tucked into the white folds
of an envelope,
of the bath towel I left on the sofa this morning.
But you and I, we haven't the breadth for that sort of thing.
I wish I could send you something of spring,
some distended meteor green with hope.
I'm watching the last of the oak leaves cling
stubborn
and I think
spring may not be coming this year.
There is no birdsong, there is
the furious sleeping of toads in the mud.
I came on the bench
where I slept in the warmth of your memory
this time last year.
Now the thought seems less mine and maybe it was
me you'd dreamt beside,
m
Literature
Picnic
upon a cloudy lakeside seat
sat a pair, naïve and sweet
brown eyes stared upon the blue
and drew them closer, into view
they knew not why or when or how
but love has made hearts intertwine
her hand he holds and kisses sweet
"my angel, you are dear to me"
She giggles as she strokes his hair
"I love you more than Earth or Air"
Their foreheads touch and blissful calm
A heartfelt love, the pair, beclouds
Playfully, he bites her nose
"Grawr" has broken through the peace
He tries again, but meets her lips
But ne'er complains about her gift
the joy that wells up in their hearts
consumes them in togetherness
How sweet is love,
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This needs more work.
Critique here. Ignore the insane italics.
Questions.
Some of the phrasing is kind of clunky/in fragments. Does it work, or does the clumsiness detract?
I don't like the numbering, but I don't know how else to split it up without each section becoming completely separate poems.
Favorite section? Least favorite?
What do you think of the order?
I feel like a few of them could be combined. Do you agree? If so, how do you propose I transition one into the other?
I know there's a lot of different imagery/themes, but do you feel they work together?
What emotions are you feeling when reading this?
Do you like the puns/wordplay? It's something I've been working on.
What story do you get out of this?
Any and all thoughts are welcome!
Critique here. Ignore the insane italics.
Questions.
Some of the phrasing is kind of clunky/in fragments. Does it work, or does the clumsiness detract?
I don't like the numbering, but I don't know how else to split it up without each section becoming completely separate poems.
Favorite section? Least favorite?
What do you think of the order?
I feel like a few of them could be combined. Do you agree? If so, how do you propose I transition one into the other?
I know there's a lot of different imagery/themes, but do you feel they work together?
What emotions are you feeling when reading this?
Do you like the puns/wordplay? It's something I've been working on.
What story do you get out of this?
Any and all thoughts are welcome!
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vision: is very creative and i would like to see more work from, the reason i didn't give you five stars is because i thought maybe it could have been more motivating.
originality: it think this was very orignial, i haven't seen this type of writing for a very long time <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt="" title=" (Smile)"/> well done.
technique: Amazing, no flaws.
impact: you certainly made me feel like i was right there, but a bit to heavy for my liking.
this was my first critique sorry if it was a bit naff. <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/b…" width="15" height="15" alt="" title=" (Big Grin)"/>
if you could please tell me what i'm doing wrong that would be amazing.....go to my profile page and post a not on my page <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt="" title=" (Smile)"/>