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Tread with caution
I am the beginning,
I am the end.
The broken smile,
That's intrigued to no end.
Take a trip,
As I slip
Into another disguise,
That plays host to your
Fixated lullabies.
Why hide?
I just began,
As you ran,
Thoughts trickled,
Like a sickle cell,
I'll prevail,
To a new veil
That covers,
Smothers,
And tucks secrets,
From with under.
My years of youth,
Has lead to your downfall.
Crawl before you leap
Into my upkeep,
Of misguided sleep.
I am the end.
The broken smile,
That's intrigued to no end.
Take a trip,
As I slip
Into another disguise,
That plays host to your
Fixated lullabies.
Why hide?
I just began,
As you ran,
Thoughts trickled,
Like a sickle cell,
I'll prevail,
To a new veil
That covers,
Smothers,
And tucks secrets,
From with under.
My years of youth,
Has lead to your downfall.
Crawl before you leap
Into my upkeep,
Of misguided sleep.
Published 25th Nov 2013
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26th Nov 2013 11:21am
one of the amazing things about poetry is that it can mean anything to anyone, and firstly and fore-most to the author themselves. It can be an extremely cathartic, or perhaps just stimulating. What ever you take from it please do not take this as anything other than constructive.
I am going to admit at an outset that i have a difficult time finding the flow of thought in this poem, and perhaps that was the intention, or maybe i have just lost my touch.
like i posted before, unless it serves a purpose for the poem, maybe try and get into the practice of tying together the intention of the stanza opposed to just trying to ensure a rhythm. Personally i know for myself it was a HUGE detriment to my ability to make a point whether it was subversive or blatant.
I am going to admit at an outset that i have a difficult time finding the flow of thought in this poem, and perhaps that was the intention, or maybe i have just lost my touch.
like i posted before, unless it serves a purpose for the poem, maybe try and get into the practice of tying together the intention of the stanza opposed to just trying to ensure a rhythm. Personally i know for myself it was a HUGE detriment to my ability to make a point whether it was subversive or blatant.
