by Normal is the Watchword Feb 10, 2009
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
Tilting, gently, the edge of the fragmented glass, the tip scraping flecks of skin, she slid it within the base of her pocket. Momentarily. Briefly. Moving her arms against her body, strands of light hair fell before her lowered eyes, brushing against her neck. Gently. Still. Turning, she kneeled against the ground, the torn piece of her pants sinking within the Earth. Her fingertips running the length of the grass pricking against her palm. |
This is a powerful piece, i really loved this pattern of writing, it makes it so very exciting though the theme was sad. |
by Cindy
Kaylee |
by Hollymariee
This poem is very powerful . The meaning is amazing , and the imagery of your words is really fantastic . This gave me goose bumps . Since it doesn't rhyme or really have a flow to it , there's nothing I can critique you on . You used a vast vocabulary , and I think thats what makes the beauty in poems like these . Well done , 5/5 |
Kaylee, |
That was really quite beautiful. The words and the depth of their meaning brought a bit of sadness to the mind. Loved the ending stanza. |