Your Turn

Category: Writers Block

Post 1 by Paparazzi (The Biggest Fan of Your Life) on Wednesday, 30-Dec-2009 21:41:37

The fuel that sets my soul a blaze
Is the same toxin that leaves me dazed
And with all the sick torment I find
Small pieces of my broken heart now behind
You once killed me, but only on the outside
Now you will see when I come back, I've not died
I will twist your bone until they've shattered
Little pieces, to me was all that had mattered
Now you will feel a token of my appriciation
For all your time and all youClr frustration
I will take your life once a beautiful thing
And leave you in dirt with bllod and shame
So cross your heart and hope to die
Do not cringe for now its my time
I watch you struggle, I watch you strain
You try so hard, but I feel no pain
No remorse, no sorrow, no regret
Once upon a time it was my life you bet.
So close your eyes, hush dont cry
I'll ease you in softly ready, set, DIE!!!!

Post 2 by Sword of Sapphire (Whether you agree with my opinion or not, you're still gonna read it!) on Friday, 01-Jan-2010 0:47:59

First, some constructive criticism:
In the fourth line, I think it should be left behind instead of now behind. Also, make sure you do a spelling and grammar check before you post your work.
For the credit:
Nice piece; it expresses much revenge. I LOVE the ending of this poem! It's so powerful.

Post 3 by Easton (Account disabled) on Thursday, 04-Mar-2010 23:12:17

This would make a kick ass metal song. Probably very fast tempo, something like that. I'd love to do that.

Post 4 by Remy (I've now got the silver prolific poster award! wahoo!) on Sunday, 14-Mar-2010 1:40:57

I'm not as comfortable workshopping poetry as I am fiction, but I urge you to read this piece aloud. You've got some pretty good lines, and the rhyme scheme works. My major concern is that 1. You might think about spell-checking this, and reading it over carefully to get the type-Os out. And 2, when reading it aloud you may notice some lines are a little longer than necessary due to a number of minor words that can easily be taken out without sacrificing the quality of the poem. I stumbled a few times due to this fact. All in all though it's a good first draft.
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