Surface

by Autumn Leaves   Jul 10, 2013


The song that once played in my
heart has suddenly stopped.
I kept anticipating the drums of your
lips, but there proved to be no sound.

You have brought me into your
sick world without my permission.
I now hang on the fringes of your heart,
my eyes are filled with terror as your lies
unravel like worn out linen.

You have perfectly orchestrated a
theoretical show. I hung on to every
line, not aware that I was just another
character taking on a role.

As the end drew near my curiosity
increased. Fears encircled me in scars
appeared on the surface of my skin,
only to reflect the woman you left within.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    "The song that once played in my
    heart has suddenly stop.
    I kept anticipating the drums of your
    lips, but there prove to be no sound."

    - Second line: "stop" should be "stopped" since you are keeping the past tense in this beginning stanza.
    - Fourth line: "prove" should be "proved".

    You definitely introduce the reader to a mournful tone here... I liked the melancholy song that you mentioned was in your heart but has now ended because this person who has come into your life took some of your spirit, or maybe you realize he/she didn't bring you happiness.

    "You have brought me into your
    sick world without my permission.
    I now hang on the fringes of your heart,
    my eyes are filled with terror as your lies
    unravel like worn out linen."

    - A bit of bluntness here....those first two lines strike me as someone who has brought you into depression, danger almost of constantly playing in this game of untruth. I also like you tell a story here, speaking of how the tension has built up to the point where you are literally hanging on for your life, on the "fringes of your heart." Dramatic and emotional.

    "You have perfectly orchestrated a
    theoretical show. I hanged on to every
    line, not aware that I was just another
    character taking on a role."

    - "hanged on" is incorrect, it should be "hung" or "hang" but you need to choose a tense for here. Are you still hanging on to these lies? Or are you making it a point you once believed what he said was true? Since I'm reading again and in the last stanza you said "I now hang", I think you should write (just my opinion though) "hung on" because you are developing your thoughts and expressing that you were vulnerable, unaware of what he was doing. But now you know better.

    Great play on the "theatrical show" and how you emphasize he simply read a script when he was with you, never saying what was truly on his mind, always looking to deceive or play another character.

    "As the end drew near my curiosity
    increased. Fears encircled me in scars
    appeared on the surface of my skin,
    only to reflect the woman you left within."

    - Not certain about "fears" being plural. I like the thought of it, how you aren't being general in addressing fear itself (so fear of many things at once perhaps), but that you have this array of fears so to speak.

    Powerful ending; it leaves a bit of vagueness as to if you will be able to move on from this person, but also hints that you will never be the same person you always were. You may be more fragile, more afraid.

    Chilling write between these two characters.

  • 11 years ago

    by Amreen

    I agree with the comments above. That stanza is indeed perfect and flawless. It shares your emotions in a different way. Also, I feel you describe the pain, the heart-break in a very creative way or metaphorically here. Excellently portrayed the pain.

    Awesome!!

    Keep writing:))

  • 11 years ago

    by L

    You have perfectly orchestrated a
    theoretical show. I hanged on to every
    line, not aware that I was just another
    character taking on a role.

    ^ this one is also my favorite stanza, I also think it's well written. The disappointment and sadness is felt and over all one can get the point of the poem which happens one too many times to people.

  • 11 years ago

    by WintersAngel

    Beautiful. Truly wonderful poem.

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