Lyric № 39461
Past
An empty cup with no bottom,
In an dusty room, lies her empty soul,
Like a solitary apple thats rotten,
And me the lowly maggot hole,
Finally, slowly the bell tolls the time,
And a peasant sits with his heart in tatters,
Humming, lost to the towers chime,
The infinte illusion shatters,
Random images and thoughts in a fractal pattern,
Emotions revolving like colours in a wheel,
Thinking of my moon, my saturn,
The one that dosn't feel,
She, the empty cup, the room, illusion,
Is real to me, the impetious youth,
That i made her fit my delusion,
I cower from this hidden truth,
14 comments
these are some of the questions you leave unanswered. while it is fine to leave things unanswered, you need to give me one solid thing i can hold onto. and you just don't. your thought are scattered here. collect and organize them. and then re-write it.
and check your punctuatuion! the flow could be very effective with the right markings in place.
does that help at all?
You must expand and explain the delusion and the truth because they're meaningless as they are. I saw that you want people to take your work at face value which is cool because that lets you go full on crazy with description-but that means you must describe and tell everything that needs to be told in order to make sense of the poem.
Okay, that's that for now. I will not vote on this yet because I expect you will want to edit it. At the moment it wouldn't get a very high mark, but I will come back to mark it when you've redone it.
Definitely remove the commas. They are unnecessary in this format.
PS Why you in a stress with me?
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