Home Lonely

by Poetvoices   Jul 17, 2006


Thinking with my liver.
Home alone, alone.
Brain computing the masses,
but you're already going.

My head is my chamber, my dungeon,
the floor-my hostess's home.
The guests are lapping up the candy,
and I anticipate the first stone.

My apologies are twisted and ripped.
The anger abides full and clear.
Their mugs, never-changing.
Reality undresses-my same naked fear.

No need for redundancy.
The definition stands strong,
but I'm thinking with my liver,
and you're already going.

The rose, from the balcony of Fate, falls
its thorns fixated towards me.
An umbrella of prayer is more than enough,
but my eardrums are still pierced by me emotions' decree.

Tingles in my abdomen
as I try letting go,
but still thinking with my liver,
and home is as alone, alone.

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  • 18 years ago

    by WIP

    My Bad

  • 18 years ago

    by WIP

    "My head is my chamber, my dungeon,
    the floor-my hostess's home."

    that image is a little over used and .... corny, I think if you wanted an image there you should go for some imagry words- i.e dark lanky musty ect, give us the nice imagry words so we can almost smell it

    "My apologies are twisted and ripped.
    The anger abides full and clear.
    Their mugs, never-changing.
    Reality undresses-my same naked fear."

    my version:

    My fumbling attempts of apologies are crumbling
    The anger screams through loud and derogetory(sp?)
    They toast their mugs to my failure
    Reality of this undresses my naked fear to the core

    'The rose, from the balcony of Fate, falls
    its thorns fixated towards me"

    If your going to go with the Rose, I think you should use an image of a flower field grey and dying and there is the rose bluming because fate doesn't die
    get my drift?

    'An umbrella of prayer is more than enough,
    but my eardrums are still pierced by me emotions' decree."

    An umbrella of prayer is more than deserved
    but my eardrums are still peirced by my emotions taiting obstruction

    I love your ending

    I don't know if my ideas are on the same page as your poem but if you think they'll help hey go for it and if you think they're totaly crack and out the window it's great to.

    amazing job, I like this one :-)

    [WIP]

  • 18 years ago

    by Finalgravedigger

    Wow really descrpitive nice poem 5/5 maybe u can read one of mine

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