Comments : Death of Words

  • 17 years ago

    by Nikki

    I CAN SOMEWHAT RELATE TO YOUR POEM....TRUTH IS REALLY SPOKEN OUT IN YOUR WORDS...NEVER QUIT..ROCK ON!!!

  • 17 years ago

    by Juls

    Intersting poem. Never seen one writtten like this, I guess that is a good thing. hehe. Great work though I enjoyed reading it. You have much talent.

    *Julie*

  • 17 years ago

    by Jeffrey

    Ya know what? I am pretty sure the MSN message boxes grow to an infinite amount. So remember there is always space there =)

    strong poem, gives you a sense of what you are going through and how you are feeling at that time.

  • 17 years ago

    by Fallen Angel

    Really powerful stuff. The poem has a really great feel to it and I really enjoyed reading it, the idea that the words are slipping away, forgotten and running out of paper is just so true and so well expressed. Brilliant stuff, 5/5 x

  • 17 years ago

    by Finalgravedigger

    Wow that was amazing and very suspensful nice poem maybe u can read one of mine 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Pure Silence

    There are not enough blank {pages}
    for you to spill your words;
    vomit of humiliation
    shame and regrets,
    sadness beyond recognition
    the page is getting smaller.

    Black ink filled every crevice
    but you’re not done yet,
    there is still so much more to say
    words you’ve never spoken loud
    just whispered in ink
    across your heart.

    Desperation
    you need more space
    the walls are covered
    not an inch spared
    for you to place
    your blood, your ink.

    The words pound in your head
    poetry overload- headache
    scream in frustration
    words are slipping fast
    vanished to a forgotten
    place in your heart.

    Never recovered,
    the words of your soul
    leaving, gone, dead
    your scrambling with
    aching, sweating fingers
    to recover every word

    Every line, but its lost
    the paper is filled
    yet still unfinished

    Very imaginative, full of imagery yet to me the words are feeling hollow. I don’t know where you were going with this poem. Other then no matter how many words you throw out, none of them were the right ones, to describe the way you were feeling right? This:

    Black ink filled every crevice
    but you’re not done yet,
    there is still so much more to say
    words you’ve never spoken loud
    just whispered in ink
    across your heart.

    Is brilliant. You really do have a way with words you just need to play to your strengths a bit better. Keep it up, and keep pouring your soul into your work, it’s a different style then mine and I respect it, but at the same time it becomes a critical obstacle in editing it because I don’t know the emotions well enough. Only you do. So remember they’re all suggestions.

  • 17 years ago

    by Megann Lee

    Wow. This is amazing. Great Piece of poetry here Hunny.

  • 17 years ago

    by Megann Lee

    Wow hun you never fail to suprise me. This poem was fantastic. It was very nicely written. I miss alllll the other poems you had up, but anyway. Great work.

  • 17 years ago

    by Briana

    I very much enjoyed this poem. I love how you described words as "whispered ink". :)