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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
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
Literature
9510
Walking a drive,
Isn't suppose to show me what could be.
It was never suppose to be like this.
These nights were made for you,
To walk upon the fallen leaves
Right beside me
Like you swore
A blood oath,
I never asked for,
But always believed.
When nature begins to die,
So do I
My ashes fall like rain
Where I stood just seconds before,
Once I held you with the arms
That are now a crossroads
Of skin and dying flesh,
The cold breaks my skin,
Freezing me in time
Deep in a long lost corner of my mind
Where you still linger,
Like the corner that winter day
It felt like an eternity
Of despair that couldn't wait for my joy to subside
Though I was
Literature
Funeral
And I'll recount last night's events
quietly at my kitchen table in the early morning light.
I'll wait for you to rise,
so I can admire the damage I've done.
In the mean time I will sit here,
drink my coffee, smoke my cigarette,
and wonder how I could ever repair
us.
Literature
distance
twin-headed imps cackle at pointless wars they start
pushing conflicted sides into each other while
refusing to allow a grey middle-ground this
endless battle of pristine and pitch
loses itself in the downcast eyes and
shaking bones of childlike minds fighting
to grow and
their skin sprouts streams like pegasus stepping
down to create springs but the ages-old symbol of purity is
no longer clean but tarnished rust and
each gentle slip is a sigh against waiting limbs that
tremble with anticipation and weigh down with guilt but
some addictions can't be warded off with words
and salt only stings
and the battleground is littered with broken bot
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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.
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.
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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.