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Beginnings - dAmnU contest

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It came with the trembling of fingers;
defiant by nature and burnished by tears,
And followed by scratches, burns and blood
(Along with the dyed-black-short-cropped hair)

As digits tippled, tumbled, tripped past keystrokes,
Enveloping, emotional...
passion awoke.


Then came the aching... Elipses, a favourite
   Wanting,
     the desire
Consummation so overwhelming

     Please be my friend, PLEASE BE MY FRIEND

Darkness shelved behind simple rhyming couplets.
Darting between shoutboxes and pageviews,
An obsession borne.

Refuge and shelter,
friendly words by her side...
A place without hatred
Made the choice to reside.


Years flew with aging grace, wisdom
and a shit-ton of tears and hurt..
Blossomed friendships, grown hearty through shared passion
and weary through time, anger and aggravation,

And the 'refuge' faltered,
crumbled to join the rubble of fear
and paranoia,                      
                                          They don't like me there anyway
Slashed flesh and broken-foiled piles of pills swallowed,
Home turns to dust and is caught in the wind.

And time ticks through,
We forget.

And then back,
With trembling fingers and a new appreciation,
Defiant through experience!
The sun rises from the freezing depth of the midnight teens;
Slashes turned scars, fade                                           To an extent, you silly girl
And passion, buried and dormant in hate and fear
Sheds the label, washes the dye from her hair and
Shakes the caking mud from the golden locks, too.

Digits bounce,
rejoice through keystrokes and surrender to desire,
want, and joy..
                 Again
A beginning that will never end
For the dAmnU group's contest "beginnings".

So, I started off on dA as a young, bright spark in my tender early teens. Normal emo outcast bullshit, angsty, badly rhymed "poetry" was my thing. Unfortunately I went through and culled a lot a number of years ago before.. well, storming off in a huff for a year or two. Oh, yeah.. and was silly and 'emo' and well, the themes are a bit, uh, indulgent.

I'd like to think I've grown as a person and as a writer in the last (almost 8) years.

So, this has some terrible writing and some well thought out parts, to kinda, show my journey with dA. The love, the anger, the leaving and the returning. I hope you enjoy.

Mature warning 'cause I said shit.
© 2010 - 2024 0o-elly-o0
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The introductory words by themselves-- "It came with the trembling of fingers"-- sets a haunting tone of reminiscence, and from that point on the reader is taken on a journey (if you'll pardon the monstrously cliche phrase) backward in time. This piece, chronicling the poet's years on deviantART, is a wrenching piece of work, and I'm glad to have read it.

One phrase especially sticks out to me: 'from the freezing depths of midnight teens'. That is quite a brilliant bit of diction there, Miss Elly.

As far as any issues I have with the writing, I don't particularly like it when a poet begins pretty much every line with a capital letter; it seems to interrupt the poem. That might, however, be the way that I read things (since in my own poetry I pretty much do away with capitalization altogether).

I think, too, that there are places in the poem where articles were used that weren't necessary, e.g. "Wanting/the desire" -- I don't feel like the "the" was necessary there.

There's an overuse of commas in the piece as well-- I would suggest you experiment with other forms of punctuation or with using none at all in places.

Another thing that I really like about this poem is that it begins with such a haunted tone and ends with hope. Sounds like I'm being a total sap, but I find it to be a nice contrast.

I like the subscripted words; they seem to echo in one's mind as the poem continues.