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I remember when it all began
You said "Hello"
And took my hand
You said "How are you?"
As if you cared
You said "I can help you"
I was scared
You said "I'll show you"
And that you did
You said "I love you"
And that was it
You said "I hate you"
I wanted more
You said "I'll hurt you"
Still wasnt sure
You said "I will kill you"
I didnt care
You said "I'm leaving"
Just wasnt fair
You said "Good Bye"
You said good bye
~Question Everything
You said "Hello"
And took my hand
You said "How are you?"
As if you cared
You said "I can help you"
I was scared
You said "I'll show you"
And that you did
You said "I love you"
And that was it
You said "I hate you"
I wanted more
You said "I'll hurt you"
Still wasnt sure
You said "I will kill you"
I didnt care
You said "I'm leaving"
Just wasnt fair
You said "Good Bye"
You said good bye
~Question Everything
Literature
On my corner
I stand on my corner
sometimes with a sign
sometimes with my voice
sometimes I don't stand at all
but today I stand,
I stand on my corner
and scream
I scream warnings, tidings
blessings and curse
in the hopes
someone will hear them.
I stand on my corner
and no one walks by
I see no one near
and I cry out
for someone to come
for anyone to help me
to offer me something
even if its just shelter
from the downpour cascading
down my cheeks.
I stand on my corner
and no one stands with me
and the crushing truth of that
forces me to fall.
No one offers me a hand
I have no way to rise
and so I sit on my corner,
sometimes with tears,
sometimes with scr
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...
i stand facing the wind
so i can
feel the world hit
me at a 1000
miles
a minute,
to prove
i can take a blow
stronger than
you.
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Delusion becomes me
Delusion becomes me
it echoes with the listless duty
of confining me
within the horrid tyranny
of my own fiction.
There will be no coup
no revolution nor rebellion
no cries for reality
nor exuberance of freedom
only the echoes of duty.
The monotonous drown of forgeries,
atrocities, and apologies,
the dying screams
of impoverished souls
of fancy and fantasy,
the rapacious shouts
of fallacious joy over
the births of new yet
lovely children of fate and belief,
more loudly the gunfire
these shouts are meant to cloud
horribly loud in themselves
though they quiet some of the screams,
and finally the repetition
of my own whispers
,my own words,
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Overall Vision Originality Technique ImpactThe title sums up the underlining message of this piece, words are the sharpest tools at our disposal. With a few simple words we can make or break a person a thousand ways without clenching a fist.
I have mixed feelings about this piece, I appreciate the writer's style and underlining message but the mixture comes from the personal emotion evoked which makes me feel a little too similar to the subject in the poem.
But that is a sign of great literature, something that can play with your emotions and make you happy, sad, angry, scared...that is the magic of great reading and thus I can tell the writer that you are bang on the money, keep it up.