Criticism
It's exhausting-
the boring day-to-day
push the clock-
and drown the sorrows.
I know what it means
to be the tattered-
broken in-
cracked-
and moth-eaten
coat on a stick
but for some reason
I fail to see-
how this could be poetic.
All you do is-
bleed your heart out
on a piece of paper-
to be ignored,
or told that your pain-
well it just isn't-
Good enough.
So you push the clock-
and drown the sorrows
because not good enough-
isn't good enough.
toredbloodink commented on Criticism
03-14-2017
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| No One Can Understand | 2 | 07/16/2009 |
| Reckless Behavior | 2 | 06/17/2009 |
| I Smile for You | 4 | 07/06/2009 |
| I Remember the Days | 1 | 05/29/2009 |
| To Be a Muse | 1 | 05/29/2009 |
| There's No Beauty in the Breakdown | 3 | 05/29/2009 |
| Celtic Background Music | 1 | 05/29/2009 |
| You Told Me It Would Be This Way | 2 | 05/29/2009 |
| Untitled | 1 | 05/29/2009 |
| What Keeps Me Alive | 0 | 05/29/2009 |
| Confused, With My Head Ducked in Laughter | 1 | 05/29/2009 |
| In That Instant | 0 | 05/29/2009 |
| Tattered Perfection | 2 | 05/29/2009 |
| Criticism | 1 | 05/29/2009 |
| Good Ol' Life Experience | 0 | 05/29/2009 |
| Confusion | 1 | 05/29/2009 |
| Words | 1 | 05/29/2009 |
| Standing | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
| Untitled | 1 | 06/05/2009 |
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