Wednesday, March 30, 2011

...now what?

No matter what,
I'm right.
No matter what,
I'm wrong.

It's like waiting to finally jump,
to the tune of the most beautiful song.

There's always a path to walk on,
always a place to go,
someone to see,
a friend,
work.

so many cigarettes.

It's not easy letting somebody down,
because every time it happens,
I feel myself slipping.

Choose.

And deal.

4 comments:

  1. This is really powerful in that it is so easy for your readers to relate to it. I can actually feel the emotions of being torn and the maybe resentful acceptance of having to accept the fact that you cannot make everyone happy. Reality is definitely not a fairy tale, and you portray that well.

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  2. This poem sounds beautiful when it is read aloud. It has a rhythm to it that I feel needs to be acknowledged. I love how well it flows until it is sort of interrupted by "work// so many cigarettes." I think that that is a part of this poem that is a prime example of "form fits function."
    Are cigarettes and work things that interrupt life?

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  3. I don't understand the cigarettes thing...Literally they are paper wrapped about tobacco, poison, and some other harsh chemicals...I guess that might connect back with the right/wrong idea, that once someone starts blazing that trail/cigarette everything gets poisoned...maybe that's not what was meant at all.

    It seems like a very decisive poem. It's nice that the problem was at least decided upon, even if it doesn't seem like a preventative method was formulated.
    I hope that the creation of this poem was in someway helpful.

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  4. your form, whether accidental or purposeful, intrigues me: it dwindles to the left, much like how the persona seems to be dwindling.

    the harsh reality and desperation come through clearly through your starkness and honesty. every time i let someone down i feel myself slipping...

    pleasing others is one of our strongest motivations. how can we deal with ourselves if we keep disappointing?

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