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Post by Queen of Rain on May 24, 2006 3:32:26 GMT -8
It was all so beautiful then he said colours were brighter the sugar sweeter and laughter
Though he learned nights turn to days
Days turn to weeks and years and they all hide in smoke (literally) It was all so innocent (laughter)
Chemical clouds of sweetsmellýng clouds numb and now sometimes Laughter
When I saw him crying on the shore that day It wasnt as fun anymore
There was only night and no laughter anymore
It wasnt as fun anymore
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Post by Robin on May 26, 2006 15:22:11 GMT -8
This is very blunt, especially for you.
I know that it was part of the poem, the bluntness, but I thought that it was a choice that detracted from it, to be quite honest.
I think going through and softening the blows a bit would help an awful lot.
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Post by cry,crayola. on May 28, 2006 8:57:37 GMT -8
i think i like the bluntness in here. it gives it a certain character that makes a special type of impact on me.
i like it.
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Post by Queen of Rain on May 29, 2006 23:05:42 GMT -8
this poem is a bit to close to the present to be perfected im afraid - but now im on the other side of the continent so maybe I can work on it and my feelings about it all.. I think its slightly too much straight forward and Im aware of that the last two stanzas are far more blunt than I would like them to be.. but im still unsure how to work with it? mayhbe I should change around in the ending all together?? dont know.. the real story kind of havnt ended yet... comments would be highly appreciated (haha my humour is still fucked up)
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Post by Ramona on Jun 17, 2006 12:23:24 GMT -8
this poem is very raw, but that's not a bad thing. I actually think the rawness adds too this poem, but in some places it's a bit much. Like in "When I saw him crying on the shore that day It wasnt as fun anymore."
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