Intangible Concrete
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Winning your love lead to my defeat.
My heart might break, but my soul just imploded
I’m hopeless, unfocused, and my gun is loaded.
These words unspoken are etched in as stars,
You can't see my pain but saw into my scars.
The gestures you make; you're so chatty with blind men-
Leave them all wondering, when they’ll see you again.
Your scent in my clothes, paints deafening thoughts;
We could follow the road and I'd still find I'm lost.
Infinity ended with a silent scream at dusk.
That’s how my soul feels each time our hands touch.
Soaking in over-cast joy; sweetening a bitter world...
I crushed air dust with my lips by kissing these girls.
Piano keys trumpeting out 12 inch, vinyl music.
Your perfection... imperfect; brutal... abusive.
Time sinks in slow, while our tortured life flies...
Gripping our ghosts so tightly that our child dies.
You are intangible and your love is concrete,
Winning your love lead to my defeat.
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There is a lot of emotion projected, however
It sounds like a love lost
And you're saddened, ruined.
You can't win, at any cost
So you load up the revolver.
Was she so out of tune and
did you seek out a lover?
She was harmful, with no feelings.
Your writing becomes jumbled and awkward
Is she the reason, you're all over the map
With your vagueness and road forks
I don't care if it rhymes, as long as it echoes
with comprehensible meaning, instead
by your own writing, you become Intangible:
Incapable of being perceived by the senses
Midway, I gave up, reached for my pistol
And sadly, here are the results:
. . . . . .
It seems like this poem is more about trying to find rhythm and rhyme than trying to communicate something real. So much of this seems forced and unintelligible and I can't help to think that most of the words you used in this were used only in an attempt to rhyme and have rhythm... there was one line I kinda liked
you're so chatty with blind men-
Leave them all wondering, when they’ll see you again.
It was a bit clever, but the rest of the poem was mostly painful. My biggest suggestion is that the next time you write a poem put your focus on imagery and emotion and forget about beat and rhyme. Unless you want to write hip hop lyrics...
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I understand what this poem is getting at; however, there are a few lines that confuse me. I think the main reason for this is because the rhyme scheme seems a tad bit forced in a couple stanzas. This poem is very emotionally driven, especially
"My heart might break, but my soul just imploded
I’m hopeless, unfocused, and my gun is loaded."
This is one of the stanzas that confused me. By saying "my heart might break, but my soul just imploded" leaves me, as the reader, wondering what you mean; it is a little vague and isn't explained in the rest of the poem. This is especially important for such an emotionally charged statement that is alluding to suicide.
The first stanza is also the last. How were you ultimately defeated? To what does "paints deafening thoughts" refer? The imagery in this poem was good, but vague. Nevertheless, I liked the line "You can't see my pain but saw into my scars." This poem is very personal; it seems to reflect a lot of personal agony. That is something that most readers can easily relate to. In poetry, the mode of this relation is found in the choice of words and execution. This is something we all can improve.