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Standing on the edge of a precipice
Staring down into the blackest abyss
Hesitation…
And breathe…
Silence to the raging thoughts
Calm to the racing heart
Back away slowly…
And breathe…
Embracing solid ground
Soaking warmth through your bones
Inhale…
Exhale…
And breathe…
The grave does not look as comforting
And the tombstone not as welcoming
So walk back to your home
Let go a sigh of relief…
And finally, start to
Breathe…
Staring down into the blackest abyss
Hesitation…
And breathe…
Silence to the raging thoughts
Calm to the racing heart
Back away slowly…
And breathe…
Embracing solid ground
Soaking warmth through your bones
Inhale…
Exhale…
And breathe…
The grave does not look as comforting
And the tombstone not as welcoming
So walk back to your home
Let go a sigh of relief…
And finally, start to
Breathe…
Literature
Bittersweet Memories
A heart bursts into flame,
It's ashes fall like snow
There is this burning pain,
That only seems to grow
We weep in our defeat,
We sink onto our knees,
And we forget all our promises,
As we begin to plead
We're broken!
Our souls are,
So tattered and bruised
Not chosen!
This life that,
Has been so abused...
We stand up, and we stand tall,
But how much can a heart take,
Before it falls,
Away? Away? Away?
We forgive so many things,
But how many bittersweet memories,
Still remain?
No change! The pain! It stays!
This pounding in our chest,
Has left us weak and such a mess,
And the irony of it all,
Is that this may just be for the best
Our knee
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Memories of Rain
Wishing on stars is no better
Than trying to keep sand from sifting
Through
The fingers you wanted to
Intertwine with [hers][his]
Just as your heart is
Holding on to past memories, it
Only serves to spoil the future
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Do You See Me?
I don't mean anything to anyone,
I go through life being treated like I'm invisible.
That's not a super power to me,
But a personality trait.
Do you see me?
I can smile,
I can laugh,
But you don't see that.
I cry,
I scream,
But you don't hear that.
Silently I talk to you,
I plead with you,
Trying to make you see,
Make you hear,
But you won't, you don't
Do you see me?
I'm the one who can disappear,
Without being noticed.
If I die who would care?
Not you, with your fake friendly faces,
Hiding behind a mask,
Trying to be someone else
I see you
I hear you
But do you see me?
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Blackberry: So this one came from seemingly random moment of inspiration.
I was at the studio where I ballroom dance, and during the Music Theory class the instructor mention hesitation steps.
So my random moment of inspiration came when he said the word "hesitation". It just kind of echoed in my mind, all sibilant and silky smooth. And almost immediately after I realized I was holding my breath and thought "and breathe.." and slowly let go of the breath that I was holding.
And then I thought to myself 'how perfect would a moment like that be in one of my poems?'
So, yeah this entire poem came from the phrase
Hesitation...
And breathe...
All of my poems are copyrighted and I will take you to court if I find them used without my permission.
I was at the studio where I ballroom dance, and during the Music Theory class the instructor mention hesitation steps.
So my random moment of inspiration came when he said the word "hesitation". It just kind of echoed in my mind, all sibilant and silky smooth. And almost immediately after I realized I was holding my breath and thought "and breathe.." and slowly let go of the breath that I was holding.
And then I thought to myself 'how perfect would a moment like that be in one of my poems?'
So, yeah this entire poem came from the phrase
Hesitation...
And breathe...
All of my poems are copyrighted and I will take you to court if I find them used without my permission.
© 2010 - 2024 LemonandBlackberry
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The pensive reservation of the refrain is well balanced in this poem by the quickened pace you have achieved in the paired lines that I shall henceforth, for want of a quicker and better term, call couplets. Much of this celerity springs from the subtle ways in which the lines of the couplets mirror each other, in "Standing... precipice, Staring... abyss; raging, racing; comforting, welcoming". Where this effect is deficient, however, is in the thrid couplet, where I can discern no such technique. As a result, this couplet feels weaker than the others, and creates a negative bathos that breakes the building ebbs and flows of rhythmn you have created and leaves the ending underwhelming. If you could create some such effect in the third couplet, the poem would be rhythmically wonderful.
Besides this, I am a little unsure about the line break you have employed to create the final line of the poem. Whereas, on the one hand, I can see your desire to highlight the emphatic effect of your final word, but I also feel that this leaves the end of the second last line feeling mistakenly shorn and abrupt. I cannot see for myself a definitive way of altering this, but perhaps you shall have more luck if you think on it?
Sorry about the shorter comment on this one, but, well, it's a short poem.
Besides this, I am a little unsure about the line break you have employed to create the final line of the poem. Whereas, on the one hand, I can see your desire to highlight the emphatic effect of your final word, but I also feel that this leaves the end of the second last line feeling mistakenly shorn and abrupt. I cannot see for myself a definitive way of altering this, but perhaps you shall have more luck if you think on it?
Sorry about the shorter comment on this one, but, well, it's a short poem.