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Literature Text
a trail of tattoos
erupt from my fingertips
and wrap themselves around you
I want to paint you
with colors I created
and stain your skin with my lips
Literature
november is calling
I trace your ink-infused skin
with my wanting fingertips
and I remember the better
days. You were younger
once and I was sweeter
once, and we shared a
prison cell called love.
You are no longer baby-
faced and I have hair down
to my waist, and you smoke
cigarettes and you drink
whiskey because you want to
be a man’s man. You kiss me
sweetly for the fifth year
in a row, even though I
haven’t known what it’s like
to call you mine in four.
I can’t detach myself from
your wanting gaze, the way
you look at me when I shed
my skin. I can’t let go of your
laugh and your blue-green-grey
eyes, the way you smirk and
Literature
Sonnet XXII
But give me leave to love in silence that
which I cannot possess— and give me such
inspired defiance of the urges at
my breast— and give me strength to never touch
my lips to hers, my soul to her soul— give
me heart and hale to weather every storm
that may unfold: But tell me how to live
without my hand in hers, its honest form—
and tell me how to wake each morn if not
to wake within her arms— and tell me how
I am to carry on, and how I ought
to act and speak and be, around her, now,
and ever: tell me, and I'll on my way
as still and quiet as the passing day.
Literature
People are not medicine
I will thaw out my
frozen ice box of a chest
for you
I will pump and resurrect
the dead tissues
so I can write about you
I will write about your
drug store Romeo smile
and the way you
hold your hands behind
your head like its the only
thing that will stop it
from rolling off your shoulders
I will write about the way
your eyes crinkle in the corners
and the way your dimples are uneven
when you laugh
I will write about the
tiny vampire footprints
you leave on my skin at night
when we're sat outside
on the sidewalk
contemplating Aristotle and Cobain
Like bleary eyed philosophers
I will write about the way
your fingers flex when you're exc
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Overall Vision Originality Technique ImpactUpon reading this poem, I'd say you are naturally gifted in the ways of verse. Mind you, people who have natural talent usually get lost in the crowd of all the poets that want to get published out there. You need to find a way to rise above all of those other people and soar higher.
While this piece is amazing, it has some elements that are seen in a lot of poems. Love being a tattoo that is etched into skin. The way you did it though, was SUPURB, but reach deeper inside yourself and write exactly what you are feeling. The best poems ever made are the ones that are covered in emotion. Never be afraid to write about your pain, pleasure or failures.
I like the format you have chosen, but I feel this poem can be a lot longer. Maybe if you were to stretch this piece to a nice couple more stanza's the originality and technique elements would disappear, but despite it all, this reads nicely. The line" I want to paint you with colors" is a strong statement and where you put it and how you put it makes those words the strongest in your piece.
I hope I have been helpful