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Have you ever
Felt pain to the point
You are entirely numb
And can no longer tell
Nor care
That you are not breathing?
Have you ever
Been so hopelessly in love
That when he was gone
You were left with a hole
Where your heart should be?
Has the idea of happiness
Ever seemed so far away
That you thought
You would never reach it?
Have you ever
Thought you were worthless
So much that you
Lost the desire for life?
I hope you haven't felt the way I did.
Felt pain to the point
You are entirely numb
And can no longer tell
Nor care
That you are not breathing?
Have you ever
Been so hopelessly in love
That when he was gone
You were left with a hole
Where your heart should be?
Has the idea of happiness
Ever seemed so far away
That you thought
You would never reach it?
Have you ever
Thought you were worthless
So much that you
Lost the desire for life?
I hope you haven't felt the way I did.
Literature
My Soul to Keep
Heart beats fast,
fingers tapping,
nerves are stretching,
so close to snapping.
Try to calm down.
Take a deep breath,
feel so weak,
so close to death.
Nervously shaking,
and the clock's ticking slow.
When will it be over?
When's my time to go?
Can't wait,
about to break.
God, I'm here,
my soul to take.
Take it now.
I'm really done,
tired of fighting,
don't want to run.
I just want to rest,
just want to sleep,
take me forever,
my soul to keep.
Literature
Won't Give In
I'm getting weak,
can't find the light.
Too tired to try,
Too tired to fight.
I want to give in,
let my grip slip,
start the fall,
let myself trip.
But I can't let go.
I need to stay here.
Despite all the hardships,
despite all my fear.
I'll keep going.
I won't give in.
Though I feel like dying,
though my chances are grim.
So say hello to me,
this act I put on,
till my time comes,
till God says I'm done.
Literature
Do You Want to Play?
Dream says, "Do you want to play?"
I say, "What shall we play?"
Dream says, "A fun game,"
And she touches my head, and I sleep.
Mother asks why I am off today.
I say, "I had a bad dream."
Mother says, "Oh, I'm sorry."
Dream comes again lonely and sad.
Dream says, "Do you want to play?"
I say, "It wasn't a very fun game."
Dream says, "It will surely be fun this time."
And she touches my head, and I sleep.
Father asks why my eyes are red.
I say, "I had a bad dream."
Father says, "Oh, I'm sorry."
Dream comes around after the day is done.
Dream says, "Do you want to play?"
I say, "I did not like our other game."
Dream says, "It will surely be fun
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Hello, I will be critiquing your piece on behalf of . I will do my best to help by suggesting improvements that can be made and general feedback on aesthetic appeal.
First Impressions
It's good that you begin with a question that includes a concrete detail, but this piece never really goes beyond that. It's stuck in an endless loop of questioning and and self-identification. It doesn't help that the language is vague and without context to attach meaning towards.
Final Impressions
This piece is rather simple to start with. It's just a long question at the beginning, another long question, and two other long questions. By the end of the piece we, the reader, figure out they are not really questions and really just descriptions of what you've felt at some disembodied period of time. That doesn't work out to well, because the identity of the speaker is faceless at this point and all these floating emotions being described have nothing to attach themselves to and thus no sympathy.
To get the effect you want to achieve, you've always got to start with concrete detail and an idea of what you want to achieve. What the connotations of your piece seem to mostly compose is pain, loneliness, and self-loathe. To look at how to achieve a more emotional response from the reader let's look at some of the poetry by Sylvia Plath. In "Tulips" she writes "The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me./Even through the gift paper I could hear them breathe/Lightly, through their white swaddlings, like an awful baby." in order to convey anxiety and a deep seated hatred for sympathy. In "Daddy" the lines, "I was ten when they buried you./At twenty I tried to die/And get back, back, back to you./I thought even the bones would do." express extreme emotional strain and longing, a desire to have something she cannot have, a father-figure long since dead and tormenting her from the beyond.
As you can see, Plath uses two things to accomplish this portrayal of extreme emotions without resorting to cliche or abstract statements. The first is a physical object with emotional attachment (Tulips, for sympathy and hospital wishes, the body of a father, to represent a buried past and the trauma of memory) and the second is the poet's emotional reflection rendered in figurative language ("...breathe/Lightly, through their white swaddlings, like an awful baby." "I thought even the bones would do.").
By using these two things (a physical object with emotional attachment and figurative language for emotional reflection) you should be able to write pain, loneliness, and self-loathe without resorting to cliches like "a hole Where your heart should be", "pain to the point [that] You are entirely numb".
Hope this helps.
First Impressions
It's good that you begin with a question that includes a concrete detail, but this piece never really goes beyond that. It's stuck in an endless loop of questioning and and self-identification. It doesn't help that the language is vague and without context to attach meaning towards.
Final Impressions
This piece is rather simple to start with. It's just a long question at the beginning, another long question, and two other long questions. By the end of the piece we, the reader, figure out they are not really questions and really just descriptions of what you've felt at some disembodied period of time. That doesn't work out to well, because the identity of the speaker is faceless at this point and all these floating emotions being described have nothing to attach themselves to and thus no sympathy.
To get the effect you want to achieve, you've always got to start with concrete detail and an idea of what you want to achieve. What the connotations of your piece seem to mostly compose is pain, loneliness, and self-loathe. To look at how to achieve a more emotional response from the reader let's look at some of the poetry by Sylvia Plath. In "Tulips" she writes "The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me./Even through the gift paper I could hear them breathe/Lightly, through their white swaddlings, like an awful baby." in order to convey anxiety and a deep seated hatred for sympathy. In "Daddy" the lines, "I was ten when they buried you./At twenty I tried to die/And get back, back, back to you./I thought even the bones would do." express extreme emotional strain and longing, a desire to have something she cannot have, a father-figure long since dead and tormenting her from the beyond.
As you can see, Plath uses two things to accomplish this portrayal of extreme emotions without resorting to cliche or abstract statements. The first is a physical object with emotional attachment (Tulips, for sympathy and hospital wishes, the body of a father, to represent a buried past and the trauma of memory) and the second is the poet's emotional reflection rendered in figurative language ("...breathe/Lightly, through their white swaddlings, like an awful baby." "I thought even the bones would do.").
By using these two things (a physical object with emotional attachment and figurative language for emotional reflection) you should be able to write pain, loneliness, and self-loathe without resorting to cliches like "a hole Where your heart should be", "pain to the point [that] You are entirely numb".
Hope this helps.