This is actually one of my first bloodlust poems. Written in 2008. It's a little different but it was the beginning of the series so I decided to put it in the book as installment one. Thanks everyone for reading..xx
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Oh, that picture is so terrible. It makes me shudder. :) I disagree with Kittie on the lack of emotion. I think it fits the poem. It's bleak, narrated by someone who has given up. It casts a black cloud over the reader as it is read. I really liked the blunt, resigned tone. The only thing that struck me as strange was that the ending stanza rhymed, while the rest of the poem was very free. I mean, the rhymes worked really well, but I wasn't expecting the change. This could apply to any time and many situations, yet it's easy to see how it works with what's happening in today's world. It made me stop and think.
It reminds me a little bit of Poe- but more modern of course.
I think what I like most about this is the fact that, emotionally, it starts out very desolate and then steadily grows stronger, until you feel like you can pick yourself up. It makes "going through the motions" sound like an inspirational endeavor.
I honestly enjoyed this poem and it rendered me speechless. I'm not sure how to describe it in words because it was perfection all around. Even the last stanza, throwing in a rhyme. Slightly bitter but beautiful at the same time.
ForseenStander
Although this is the beginning of a series that you started for a book, if you were to read it again.... It speaks of times now, emotions stirred, global... A very insightful piece, at least in the point I am in life, this piece speaks volumes of truth.
Fabulous piece.
Oh, that picture is so terrible. It makes me shudder. :) I disagree with Kittie on the lack of emotion. I think it fits the poem. It's bleak, narrated by someone who has given up. It casts a black cloud over the reader as it is read. I really liked the blunt, resigned tone. The only thing that struck me as strange was that the ending stanza rhymed, while the rest of the poem was very free. I mean, the rhymes worked really well, but I wasn't expecting the change. This could apply to any time and many situations, yet it's easy to see how it works with what's happening in today's world. It made me stop and think.
hey srry for being mean but if ur trying to be a writer then keep trying cause u show no emotion wat so ever n how can u write something with out emotion then its just a bunch of words on paper or in ur case on screen
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