Sta.sh
Sometimes I feel I'm in a race.
A race that's never gonna end
With cheeriness I must pretend.
The goal of which is "happiness"
And the undeniable feeling to impress.
We all struggle on and carry our load
And sometimes it's too much to hold.
I for one have a particular care:
To do something I would not dare.
But I have to do it, no, I must!
I have to do it to earn their trust.
It's weird though it's so hard to do
And I'm all alone without a clue.
He said: "Tell me when you love again"
Yet he doesn't know what I must defend.
Poor me! I shall never find this happiness.
I was never and never will impress!
For I am lost without a doubt
Like the weary words coming from my mouth.
He'll never know for he does not see.
The pain that's brought by finding me.
12-31-12
~M.E.B~
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I've included a link back to this piece on my description so others can view it too.
Anyway, I was reading through this poem to decide whether or not to include it in the group, and I couldn't help but notice a few of the comments as well. If you want some constructive criticism, I'd be very glad to offer you some. I noticed below you were talking about how it feels like your "poetry just went away". As a fellow writer, I can tell you that I know exactly how you feel, having gone through that point myself.
First of all, I would like to say that I really enjoy reading your work. Even if I don't comment as much, I do read everything that gets submitted to the group (after all, I want to know what kind of work is being put in the group). I think every writer has their own style, and yours is certainly interesting, so I always look forward to your submissions.
Going back to my original point with all of this, I wanted to offer a few tips I think might help you to improve. When you say your "poetry has gone away", I think it may be because of the content of your poems all seem to be similar. There's only so much you can write about one topic before it becomes a chore. And forgive me if this sounds rude, but this is actually something I have experienced for myself at some point or another. Looking back at all of my own poems, I realized they had all been written with similar content, and I had used up all of my inspiration from the topic I had chosen. It caused me to actually stop writing for a while. Then I had to do it for a project, and it turned into a last minute thing because I had no motivation left, and I was struggling at that point to come up with the words.
I could be completely off about this, and there could be something else going on that's totally different, and that's okay. This is only my opinion based off of my experience, and I'm not forcing you to see things this way. I'm really not trying to sound like a jerk here, but I think it comes off that way a little.
Anyway, I just wanted to offer you some criticism since you asked, and since I've been quite absent from commenting (again, I'm sorry XD), so I hope this helps, and I hope you can find some more inspiration soon. I look forward to more.
With best regards,
Lindsay.
It's just hard to word things like that, but I really hope it helps you out.