Poem by: Iskah E Shirah
Submitted: January 28, 2013
If I choose to slip,
I make myself fall and break,
Can You make me whole?
I made myself break,
I made myself shatter; now
I cannot be ?xed.
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I am not sure what to say about this. I liked it. The lines were very good. They were well said, like not one was wasted and you described things very well I thought. But in a sort of emotionless way, I guess teacups don't have a lot of emotion!
Well it isn't just about a teacup.... ;P but thanks for your feedback, I hadn't noticed the emotionless tone haha ^_^' so glad the poem made sense to you!
there is a woman i know who describes herself as "broken". i care a great deal about her. more than i should, given that i've never met her. but when i told how much i would love to be able to help her in some way, to help make things better in her life, she simply said "only I can do that". i still don't know if i agree with that. seems like a hard way to go.
am i anywhere close to what you're trying to say here?
liked it, by the way. i do blather on, do i not?
Yeah :D when I wrote it, I was more thinking about doing something that hurts you, so that afterward you can only blame yourself. But I like your interpretation too! And please blather on; I'd rather read a 5000-word comment that really interacts with what I've written than a two-sentence "omg so amazing!" blehthingness haha :)
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