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LOC: United Kingdom
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: April 16
LOC: United Kingdom
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: April 16
hi, my name is darya
im fascinated with surrealism and i really like abstract poety. i like reading between the lines…so dont like it when things are too straight forward, because it kills the magic. (i mean there are obviously a few exceptions..)
i’m not a writer as such, but i like to scribble my thoughts and emotions down on a piece of paper and make them into something beautiful.
it would mean a lot of if you could review a couple of my poems if you have the time, because id love to receive some feedback and criticism (is also always good) it would be really nice if you could tell me what you understood, what your perceptions of my poems are..and what made no sense at all. im looking forward to it :)
anyway, thank you f…
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a devotee of normal, i am not. its makeup and reflection could not disguise as one i’ve swallowed bliss and embraced the pits on my skin, whilst awaiting the scent of nirvana. torment me not, unchain my mind from these artless dreams half empty glass of flat champagne was never to my taste my treasures have burnout, turning into ashes in my mouth. so now, alone, in a room crowded with fruitless confusion i’m making better friends with my companions guitar and radiator i begin to understand wa...
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floating through the traffic of people in a daze makes her mascara run the street turns’to a maze a day becomes days being cursed with the wastefulness of a daydream makes her forget why she’s chasing that gleam ...of hope. are her hands and rope quite a seamless cope? hair like a stormy ocean, repetitively display their love for the wind. dream bursts, day is in motion she bumps into someone she’s met in another world. FUCK.
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i find you repulsive your scent, the way you move, the way you think. my feeling’s compulsive i resent your touch, youve made me drink more than i wanted to you hear, but you dont listen and so my cheeks glisten with tears no longer do i have any fears, the spears are already in my heart. i sit look back on the night, remembering the plump lady laughing at me with delight, “how old are you again?” she asked me in plain when i jokingly pinkie- promised to give away my next fag.. ..and yes, i w...
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i often contradict myself, because i don’t know what i want. i’m not afraid of getting burned in the sun, or soaked in the rain. the steepness of the hill is the pleasure of my walk, so why is it i’m in pain? the daunting thought of a gentle path makes me reluctant to get up on my feet i ought to begin my journey though, the sweet scents of the flourishing tulips in your garden heat up my yearning for the mountains. i close my eyes and try follow the sugary scent without being sidetracked, bu...
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i really like the rhythm you create and the shape it gives to your poem. creates a feeling its almost like somebody nagging at you. or perhaps a routine is slowly eating away your life. the build up really worked for me and "Hello daddy how is your day?" breaks the rhythm at the end and is quite comical
i love the way you play around with the notion of the darkness.. the lights and the atmosphere. it really does create such a nice dense atmosphere. also i like the the way you structure your sentences. sometimes they are reasonably complex and sometimes they are very simple. which also reinforces the mood you are tying to create. your story is very imaginative.. in a sense that you use a lot of poetic language rather than simply describe?? hopefully that makes sense.
i love what youve started with "A painting An imperfect picture" kind of ironic in a way really, because when you paint you can manipulate the images and paint what you want to see rather what is there.. or sometimes the complete opposite. and yet it is still not "perfect" in the same way as a photograph.. also. this may see a bit random.. but do you not think its a bit strange how we as humans have created these cities .. which are beautiful in their own ways.. and dull at the same time. hou...
i love this line "What you can not cage you dare not tame.." i think its beautiful...and very wise as well. and i really like your ending as well. 'love is not a commodity. Not even yours' beautiful poem, love it
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