Comments : Stitches

  • 12 years ago

    by Captain Lonesome

    Very good expression of the tormenting agony many have gone through!! Rhymes and flows nicely to! great job :)
    Keep up the good work and be strong!

  • 12 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    Sometimes I find myself pulling strings
    Out of book bags, shirts, and little things.
    And in watching all of them fall apart
    It slightly mends my broken heart.

    ^The last line seemed a little off, as if you were trying to fit the words to rhyme, however I like the image of pulling this out of book bags (childlike)

    Broken, black, and little stitches,
    Hold me back from killing (b)itches.
    How many times can you sew yourself shut?
    How many needle pokes before a cut?

    ^So many questions but no real answers, Love the addition of colour here, makes it more vivid

    Tick and Tock, it won't slow down,
    Pull me up before I drown.
    Watching the chaos rip and fray,
    Are disturbing things to get through the day.

    ^Last line a little too long, some forced rhymes here

    Keep on pulling and un-threading,
    Blood on the floor and all over the bedding.
    Can't stop pulling things apart.
    "I like it when you look like my heart!".

    ^Unthreading, falling apart, all fits well here,
    addition of saying you like it, when it's such a sad poem gives the thought of feeling free

    All alone and in the dark,
    I can't stop pulling things apart.
    Rip it up, put it back together,
    I'm in this cycle for all of ever.

    Ding and Dong, time is slow,
    I think it is time for me to go.
    Cover your ears and close your eyes,
    So I may lie on the floor and watch it die.

    ^Nice ending, very nice flow here,
    watching someone fall apart is hard

    Awesome piece overall,
    very nice
    xxxx

  • 12 years ago

    by My Other Side

    This is very interesting to read. I get involved with what the poem is saying, but it is what it is not saying outright that intrigues me. This was kinda like the first time you ride a roller coaster. You see it coming but you don't know whats around the next turn untill your there. The intrigue!!! I can tell when you stick it to the sheet you get moments of continual flow. That is a gift to never be denied. Keep on writting Poet.