No Cope to Hope

[cvanshelton]

Hi djNasty. Overall the poem didn't work too well for me, because I couldn't really get a sense of direction from it. Maybe it was just an exercise in vulnerability - just putting yourself out there with all your flaws and stuff? That can be a tough thing to do. You might want to try just taking one aspect of yourself and then expand on it - that will focus the writing more, and it will actually be more intimate. But then I may be missing the boat entirely. Below, I have highlighted some things I liked.

I'm a sapling with deep roots,
Half grown and half aware.
I'm a shiny gun that won't shoot.
I’m a feather in the air.

I'm a rebel with a soft heart,
Teetering on the edge,
Dreaming is my lost art, but
I’m too indecisive to go to bed.

Sometimes I can’t handle a thing,
No matter what is true.
Self-flagellation tends to cling,
Been stoned for a year or two.

I have masks for every occasion,
I add one every week,
And a knack for fornication,
But my love is yours to keep.

I'll tell you what you want to hear
And nothing in between.
I keep my love for boozing near,
And act out your favorite scene.

My mouth is a violent hair trigger.
Don’t worry I’m on your side.
And as my confidence grows bigger,
I’ll run out of things to hide.

I’m scared of being too clever,
And lose sight of you and me.
I’m two steps in front of the mirror
And don’t recognize what I see.