Free verse № 61647
eyeh8LIEph
So here we are,
disguised by fate, brought together by immortal suffering.
Wearing a mask of infatuation,
saturation between your legs.
Manipulation, mastering inferior people,
say it's a lie,
say it's not true,
all of this is because of you.
Emotional rollercoaster, spirit is hovering over me,
one swift glance at you both,
makes me sick.
I want to gouge out my eyes,
and remove my brain,
to get that image out of my body.
Erase it from my mental imagery,
You say you don't know,
maybe you just don't care,
I'll unleash it all, I swear.
3 comments
"disguised by fate, brought together by immortal
suffering"
ok.. cute.. that really adds a cherry to the whole thing.. and your title is shit.
heres a 3
Note: Creative Criticism is about helping the writer get better at his/her form of writing. When you just put a writer down you do nothing to enhance their talent.
Nah, its because this poem is cliche, crappy, not well formed or constructed, and FAILS utterly to provide anything of value to the reader.
and man, look at what this person posted... THERES NOT AN INKLING OF HOPE. joejoe has more chances at enhancing his talent, since even his shit is alot better than this.. pfft.
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