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Shade of Red

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posted on Oct, 16 2010 @ 11:19 AM
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This is a poem of metaphors, so please keep that in mind when you give feedback. If you do not understand the metaphors, simply ask and I would be more than happy to explain them.

When you read this, think about:

- What is the significance of the color red?
- What thoughts were running through the protagonist's head during each individual stanza?
- What was the insatiable appetite depicted in the first and last stanza?
- How was the protagonist released from said insatiable appetite?
- What drove the protagonist to search for said release?


Also, I would like judgment on the following:

- Imagery
- Rhythm/Meter
- Impact

Constructive criticism is welcomed.

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Shade of Red

Damn this insatiable appetite,
This unyielding lust for something more.
So trapped am I, under my skin;
A wretched home, a place to abhor.

Averting eyes see none but red,
Like a raging bull I am unsighted.
I try to see, but to no avail,
Red remains, my mind blighted.

I reach out to touch it only to stop,
My eyes fill up with horror, mouth agape;
My fingers trembling, my heart racing,
My hands blanketed in crimson tape.

I look to the left and now the right,
An object lies dormant in my grip.
A horrid chill rushes up my spine
As I glare bewildered at the fine tip.

With a clank the blade hits the pavement,
With a thud my knees follow suit.
With my hands outreached I glare once more,
As the crimson tears swiftly chute.

My gaze averts once more below,
The knife which took a life lifelessly lies.
With a whim I reanimate the bloodied blade,
Into the void of which my heart once guised.

Without a sound my pulse quickly slows,
My blank eyes return from sudden dilation.
This wretched place which I abhor, so red,
No longer trapped, sweet liberation.

And so the insatiable lust is silenced
With a pool of crimson ever-growing.
I am no longer blinded by the red,
For now, forever, with life forgoing.
edit on 16-10-2010 by Modern Americana because: (no reason given)



posted on Oct, 16 2010 @ 09:12 PM
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In the words of your TROLLING FRIEND. Now I am curious, is this some kind of joke? Who do you work for? Why post something that has already been said?


Originally posted by Bushido Kanji
When you read this, think about:

- What is the significance of the color red?
- What thoughts were running through the protagonist's head during each individual stanza?
- What was the insatiable appetite depicted in the first and last stanza?
- How was the protagonist released from said insatiable appetite?
- What drove the protagonist to search for said release?


Also, I would like judgment on the following:

- Imagery
- Rhythm/Meter
- Impact

Constructive criticism is welcomed.

______________________________________________________________________

Shade of Red


Damn this insatiable appetite,
This unyielding lust for something more.
So trapped am I, under my skin;
A wretched home, a place to abhor.

Averting eyes see none but red,
Like a raging bull I am unsighted.
I try to see, but to no avail,
Red remains, my mind blighted.

I reach out to touch it only to stop,
My eyes fill up with horror, mouth agape;
My fingers trembling, my heart racing,
My hands blanketed in crimson tape.

I look to the left and now the right,
An object lies dormant in my grip.
A horrid chill rushes up my spine
As I glare bewildered at the sharpened tip.

With a clank the blade hits the pavement,
With a thud my knees follow suit.
With my hands outreached I glare once more,
As the crimson tears swiftly chute.

My gaze averts once more below,
The knife which took a life lifelessly lies.
With a whim I reanimate the bloodied blade,
Into the void of which my heart once guised.

Without a sound my pulse quickly slows,
My blank eyes return from sudden dilation.
This wretched place which I abhor, so red,
No longer trapped, sweet liberation.

And so the insatiable lust is silenced
With a pool of crimson ever-growing.
I am no longer blinded by the red,
For now, forever, with life forgoing.

taken from this thread:www.abovetopsecret.com...
Your friend posted this on 7/22/2010
Your work is not original
edit on 16-10-2010 by leira7 because: adding link to original thread this person has copied from.



posted on Oct, 16 2010 @ 09:36 PM
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That is me.

That is my old account that I told a moderator to post ban so I could use this one.

My work IS original, I even have the manuscript if we want to get stupid with this.

I reposted it on this account because I wanted a record of it on this account.

Thank you for your concern, though.



posted on Oct, 20 2010 @ 08:40 PM
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I'll back you up on that.



posted on Oct, 20 2010 @ 08:43 PM
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reply to post by masqua
 


Thank you
it means a lot!



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