|11-09-2012, 12:15 PM||#1|
Join Date: Sep 2012
Matter (tentative title)
Looking for some critique good or bad. I'll gladly C4C! Thanks
How can I be spread so thin
over such a small area
feeling like Iím lacking some substance
just the weight of all that is gone
melt it down, turn it to nothing
disintegrate with no work at all
somehow inconsistently sinking
get heavy but not dense at all
you determine the pull and all thatís passed
your gravity is not all you have
fabricate and build up an essence
donít evaporate or get lost in the way
conjure up more than an absence
solidify and fill up this space
letís get a grip, find us a process
room for sun, space to grow
expand or contract out of stillness
accelerate into unknown
you determine weight is what you make of it
and that today is a hoax
well letís hope this is not an example
of a bigger whole
Last edited by diseasedtrees : 11-11-2012 at 12:42 PM.
|11-12-2012, 06:52 PM||#2|
Join Date: Jan 2010
After reading a few times I enjoyed this piece, but this line...
'you determine weight is what you make of it'
...doesn't really feel right when I'm reading it. I think that...
'you determine weight, it's what you make of it'
...may flow a bit better, but that's just my opinion.
It didn't take long to realise
The safest place was not her arms, but her eyes
Where she can't see you
For her gaze, it blisters;
Grey skin to cinders