Blondemoon Posted March 10, 2003 Report Posted March 10, 2003 Ok, just finished writing this one about two minutes ago. It's been kicking around in my head for about a week and a half, but I just now forced it out. The thought of "the old me", the one that wouldn't have taken all that crap, was brought to mind by a conversation I had with a friend. She wondered where that old me had gone. It's choppy, and needs work, but I'll go ahead and post it now anyway, before I forget about it. I can feel it remnants of the old me pushing upwards; half-buried anger resonates from deep within feelings I don't want to surface to be left in peace, to have time to heal, this is all I ask so the me that was stays in her cage. the one who wouldn't have taken all that from anyone let alone a man like that. locked in her cage she stays, until I can heal. so be it. pushing upwards, heaving and sweating, she lets herself be known, after being forgotten. she stays in her cage, for time to heal will not happen with the trouble she'll bring.
Rune Posted March 13, 2003 Report Posted March 13, 2003 The half buried person in all of us wants to leave their cages.. You captured the secret well and reminded me of how well I know that person within me. Great poem, the structure seems alittle akward to me.. I almost had to stumble through it. I think the subject is good, and the wording is good.. but it feels like it either needs more wording per line..or a different line structure.
Blondemoon Posted March 14, 2003 Author Report Posted March 14, 2003 Yeah, the structure is pretty awkward...probably why I thought it was so choppy. If I could get the stupid printer to work, I'd print it out, and try and work on it that way.
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