Intense and Maybe the other way round
15,000 at different speeds
my life sometimes
ironic cheers from the back row
myself sometimes
there's a sweet oil down my legs,
inside crossed outside
my own sometimes
red light joining my arms, in the mirror
my gaze sometimes
everlasting kind destruction
real, almost
and diving up
Those are my bricks, on them I want
to build my life
sometimes














Comments
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It's just a question of time
Before they lay their hands on you
And make you just like the rest
When I first read it I didn't get it, but as I started to critique it I started to understnad what you were saying. I still don't like "my life sometimes." It is cliche, first time I saw it I just kind of cringed and though I see its place, it just seems to be a line I see everywhere.
The 15 000 at different speeds I thought was cliche at first but then I read how you worded it and it worked better. I like this quite a bit, most poems are filled with certainty, so is this; certain of the uncertainty. I love the idea. (If I even have the same one as you.)
yes i also only start understanding a work if i try to critique it... that's fun, don't you think?
i know about the "my life sometimes" but i just wanted to be the ending (also my favorite part) to have that special sound of something that has already been said and i didn't find another solution. do you only refer to the "my life sometimes" or don't you like all the "my *insertsomething* sometimes"?
wow, why do you think 15000 at different speeds is a cliché? it's perhaps the oldest part of this poem, it came to my mind because the distance i have to go with the bus every morning and evening is 15km and that's practically my most creative time. but when it first came to my mind it also felt familiar, perhaps i heard it already somewhere? help me, i don't remember it.
even if i didn't really understand your comment when reading it first, i dare to guess that we do have the same idea. i'm glad that you like it, thanks a million!
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It's just a question of time
Before they lay their hands on you
And make you just like the rest
The my life sometimes. Its very common for some inane form of symbolism to represent someone's life (usually the author's own.)
I said it sounded that way at first...O.o then I read it again and realised I loved it.
Sorry if I was all over the place. ^^"
i'm a very inattentive reader
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It's just a question of time
Before they lay their hands on you
And make you just like the rest
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