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"Yeah, sure, let's go," I shouldered my bag and was about to leave when I heard Mike letting out a snort. I looked at him and noticed that his face was twisted into a mirthful grimace, his hand over his mouth.

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"Uh, Wyatt?" he began.

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For we were once survivors of a great treachery
Cast out from our nation by a tyranny stronger than the strongest chains.

And I, Elissa of Tyre, became Dido the Wanderer

We left Tyre as castaways, and arrived here as refugees
But we will remain here as the people of Carthage.
And I implore you now to hear my promise, a vow that will survive me and live on no matter who would replace me as ruler.

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No woman will know the meaning of cruelty or oppression
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'Cause my story is too painful to share
I'd much rather smile for you
'Cause my story is too painful to bare

So come here and I'll wrap my arms around you
Come here and I'll let your story shine
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Please don't ask me about mine

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I'd share my past through sorrowful chords
Vibrato on strings would be my voice
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I like to put my sword to my temple
If I had a gun
I'd put it to my temple
I wouldn't pull the trigger
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I enjoy dwelling in that moment
The answer so close
Sometimes depression
Most times
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X's and o's sit by my name
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When the hardening process is too slow
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It's not a time I like to share
Because it reveals what shouldn't be there
During times like this I feel like me
Feeling arrives come clarity

Weakness and strength walk hand in hand
The latter of which is in demand
Perspective decrees that I must die
So I pick up the mask and wear the lie

Vulnerabilities are kept within
Except for the times I stumble and sin
Emotions are repressed and stuck in a cage
Until they mutate and turn into rage

Nights like this I've come to despise
As I prefer no

A Love Poemshe makes my heart vomit

just the sight, thought, idea, of her:
astonishing--
flawless--
my insides feel like jelly

everything is Breathtaking:
golden hair, falling around her shoulders
complements her triangular smile, fit perfectly on those round cheeks--
she is Enough
to make me Cry,
special tears that long for her warm feelings:
tempting friendship, if only she might take mine;
green eyes, Kind voice,
invade my dreams,
the star of my days
Yet she'll never be mine,
and so my heart is helplessly halved.

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Nowhere Manby *nightshade-keyblade

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

I haven't written poetry in ages, so I'm glad to have something original to submit.

The first thing that popped into my head one day was the last stanza of this poem, which was partly inspired by the taunting song of the Gingerbread Man.

I was looking for magazines in England that published short stories and poetry, when I came across one that was looking for poems about isolation. Although I haven't submitted any of my work to be published, I still thought of continuing my poem.

I tried to make the whole poem rhyme at first, but eventually I gave up and made only the last stanza rhyme (rhyming poetry was never my strongest suit).

The poem is inspired by a lot of things in my life:

The lonliness of my last two years of high school

The feeling of being out of place as a person with dual nationality who lived in two different countries (born in the Phillippines, lived in Egypt, currently in England)

My own tendency to enjoy solitude and to wander around from place to place just to be alone.

Not to mention the number of transient relationships I have had with people who I probably will never see again.

I'm not sure how well it turned out, but comments and suggestions are welcome.

Let me know what you think, and hope you enjoy it!

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1.) How do you feel about the structure of the stanzas? Does it read too much like prose?

2.) Are there any parts that don't make any sense?

3.) Any lines or stanzas that could be modified somewhat?

4.) General opinions?

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Critique by ~SurreptitiousBloomer Jan 11, 2013, 4:21:57 AM

I'm also Filipino so YAAAY!

1. I liked the structure and the organization of the poem. Its free flowing. The imagery was great and there was a lot of impact by the end of it.
2. Everything made perfect sense!
3. When I first read this, I thought it was kind of like a rendition of 'The Host' since the main character was a soul that lived a lot of lives in different forms. And her name was 'Wanderer.' I think that having the last line as 'I'm the Wanderer' is more appropriate because of this line 'Being a wanderer sounds like a nice occupation'

The last stanza to me seemed kind of 'off'

Search far and search wide
As hard as you can
You’ll never find me
I’m the Nowhere Man

First of all, there are a lot of people that can come from different places. So instead of telling the audience to search, you could emphasize on what makes you unique or different. But that's just what I think so...
4. I liked it. And there's still a lot you can do to create more impact (such as fixing the last stanza). And if you don't plan on changing 'The Nowhere Man' I suggest you foreshadow these words from the beginning. I hope that you're not offended and that you're happy where you are now.

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Critique by ~Silver786 Jan 9, 2013, 1:49:17 AM

I don't always read poetry, but when I do, I discover some awesome pieces like yours. And it's great !

Now your questions :
1/ I'm not an expert in poetical structures but what I can say about yours is that it kinda reminded me of a japanese song called "Bad Apple".
The fact is that I feel something like a "rythm" when I read it. It's a prose yet there is something that make the whole thing poetic.

2/ I don't see any part that doesn't make sense !

3/ This sentence : " But instead I opt for the simple one, because the truth only leads to more questions " may be a little too long compared to the rest of the poem in my opinion, but I don't know if it will be good to "cut" it into two parts either. That's the only modification I could think of and it's just a little detail honestly.

4/ As a métis who also travelled I recognized myself in some of your lines ^^ especially the famous question "where are you from"

I also enjoy solitude.

So yeah, I really loved the story behind your words and the pictures you used. Great job

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!Know-It-Like-A-Poet Jan 4, 2013 Student General Artist

I can't seem to figure out what the question means in the first stanza. can you help me out?

*nightshade-keyblade Jan 4, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Oh, OK. Well...what I meant to show was an image of a lone person walking into a crowd of people who are just rushing and going on with their life. How is he different from anyone else?

Sorry if it's confusing

!Know-It-Like-A-Poet Jan 4, 2013 Student General Artist

nah. I just wanted to make sure I understood it so I could critique it soon and hopefully be able to submit one of my poems to tWR

*nightshade-keyblade Jan 4, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Oh, OK. Thanks!

~MoreaGaara Jul 23, 2010

"He's a real nowhere man/sitting in his nowhere land/making all his nowhere plans for nobody."

--The Beatles, "Nowhere Man"

*nightshade-keyblade Jul 24, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

That wasn't quite the inspiration for the poem, but the lyrics seem to fit the idea of the poem. I was thinking of that song after I came up with the title, though.

~MoreaGaara Jul 24, 2010

it's just what i thought of when i read it.

*nightshade-keyblade Jul 24, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

I thought people would

It's a great song, and great band too, huh?

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!warzonestoic May 25, 2010 Writer

This is very inspirational. It inspires me to take a
closer look at who that common "Nowhere man"
actually is.

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