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I shut down.
I breakdown.
I stop dead in my tracks,
fast.
As my sanity slowly drains
I turn to you,
my source of comfort,
my heart and my soul,
the one who can understand
these aching bones
and emotionally heal me
making me free,
taking the threads,
unthreaded,
and winding them back
and weaving in peace.
I am unworthy of any affection,
any connection.
Who you are
is utter perfection.
I am undone by your presence,
your essence,
alone in your solace
is where I build my terrace.
My safe space,
my hideaway,
the place at the end of the day
I can say
I'm never happier to be anywhere
but here
because I want to be nowhere but here
in your arms,
invaded by your charms,
held close
and wrapped in the moon's light
that burns through the night
like a beacon that is guiding my flight.
Look.
See.
Understand.
You are my haven.
You are my heaven.
I'm glad that you happened to me.
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(09-20-2021, 04:44 AM)ISawASpaceship Wrote:
I shut down.
I breakdown.
I stop dead in my tracks, this line seems unnecessary since you already shut down and broke down
fast.
As my sanity slowly drains
I turn to you,
my source of comfort,
my heart and my soul,
the one who can understand
these aching bones
and emotionally heal me
making me free,
taking the threads,
unthreaded,
and winding them back
and weaving in peace.
I like the enjambment, you have a consistent tone,
Do you know what you are to me?
I am unworthy of any affection,
any connection,
Who you are
is utter perfection.
I am undone by your presence,
your essence,
alone in your solace
is where I build my terrace.
My safe space,
my hideaway,
the place at the end of the day
I can say
I'm never happier to be anywhere
but here
because I want to be nowhere but here
in your arms,
invaded by your charms,
held close
and wrapped in the moon's light
that burns through the night
like a beacon shining in a blight. Ii don't like this last line, beacon and blight to me dont seem to work together as an image, do you have to rhyme at the end?
Look.
See.
Understand.
You are my haven.
You are my heaven.
Maybe include more heavenly imagery earlier on.
I'm glad that you happened to me. Thanks for sharing
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
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(09-20-2021, 05:33 AM)CRNDLSM Wrote: (09-20-2021, 04:44 AM)ISawASpaceship Wrote:
I shut down.
I breakdown.
I stop dead in my tracks, this line seems unnecessary since you already shut down and broke down
fast.
As my sanity slowly drains
I turn to you,
my source of comfort,
my heart and my soul,
the one who can understand
these aching bones
and emotionally heal me
making me free,
taking the threads,
unthreaded,
and winding them back
and weaving in peace.
I like the enjambment, you have a consistent tone,
Do you know what you are to me?
I am unworthy of any affection,
any connection,
Who you are
is utter perfection.
I am undone by your presence,
your essence,
alone in your solace
is where I build my terrace.
My safe space,
my hideaway,
the place at the end of the day
I can say
I'm never happier to be anywhere
but here
because I want to be nowhere but here
in your arms,
invaded by your charms,
held close
and wrapped in the moon's light
that burns through the night
like a beacon shining in a blight. Ii don't like this last line, beacon and blight to me dont seem to work together as an image, do you have to rhyme at the end?
Look.
See.
Understand.
You are my haven.
You are my heaven.
Maybe include more heavenly imagery earlier on.
I'm glad that you happened to me. Thanks for sharing
Thank you for informing me of the line about the beacon and blight. I edited that so hopefully it will make more sense now. I also found several of my lines unfortunately were not there when I had posted it so I rewrote those.
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(09-20-2021, 04:44 AM)ISawASpaceship Wrote:
I shut down.
I breakdown.
I stop dead in my tracks,
fast.
As my sanity slowly drains
I turn to you,
my source of comfort,
my heart and my soul,
the one who can understand
these aching bones
and emotionally heal me
making me free,
taking the threads,
unthreaded,
and winding them back
and weaving in peace.
I am unworthy of any affection,
any connection.
Who you are
is utter perfection. The use of utter right here is unessasary and cliche
I am undone by your presence,
your essence,
alone in your solace
is where I build my terrace. It seems here that you are just trying to find a word that rhymes with essence. I think this line could be used better.
My safe space,
my hideaway,
the place at the end of the day
I can say
I'm never happier to be anywhere
but here
because I want to be nowhere but here
in your arms,
invaded by your charms,
held close
and wrapped in the moon's light
that burns through the night
like a beacon that is guiding my flight.
Look.
See.
Understand.
You are my haven.
You are my heaven.
I'm glad that you happened to me.
Otherwize, I quite liked your poem
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