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I didn't like "I would if I could" as much as your previous poems. The rhyme scheme just sounds forced in places. It gives some sentences that come off as silly and somewhat out of place in the stanza. Don't know if that's the right way to describe it though.

Then again, I like "Answers". It sounds more "direct" as the poem progresses, but that may be me. Nevertheless, it has a very strong closure. It was a perfect way to end it imo.

 

Indeed, the rhyming scheme in this poem was rather forced. Smart of you to notice, but I did pressure myself into writing this piece. Stroy is too long to explain why.
<3

Yes, again, well spotted ;]
The poem intended to have the building frustration, like the narrator was beginning to get irritated at the lack of answers, and more forceful to gain them.
;] thanks for the crit, m'love.

Smile Like You Mean It
I’m going to smile,
Although my heart is aching,
I’m going to smile,
Although my beauty’s fading,
I’m going to smile,
Although the day is ending,
I’m going to smile,
Although it’s only pretending,
I’m going to smile,
Although I’m dead inside,
I’m going to smile,
Although it stings my eyes,
I’m going to smile,
Although I’m far away,
I’m going to smile,
Although it’s only a facade,
I’m going to smile,
Although I feel the fear,
I’m going to smile,
Although it isn’t sincere,
I’m going to smile,
Although I don’t like it this way,
I’m going to smile,
Just like any other day.
​

 

Tedious Thoughts

Miniature fingers,
Mounted upon a miniature hand,
Lacking emotion,
Heartbeat erosion,
A shell of cursed reprimand.

Livid embracement,
The fuel of a thousand tears,
Slap me stupid,
Be my cupid,
Slaughter my insecure fears.

Clinch impracticalities,
Fuck this infeasible life,
Slip blade,
Happy façade,
The smell of burning strife.

May my body rest in peace,
As imperfection does fade,
What beauty does find,
In collapsing minds,
Ends yet another yearlong summers day.

 

As You Turn.

It kills me to watch it end this way,
It’s saddening to know that you cared,
And I denied such a claim.

I don’t know if I will last another day,
The countless times I was scared,
And my pride blocked you out of my way.

I’m thinking of finishing it all today,
You think I’m bluffing my way through,
But you will see when I get my way.

Haunting thoughts are giving me so much pain,
It’s unlikely that I will grow up,
When I am ready to throw it all away.

I’m dealing with the fact I will not gain,
The love that beats from your heart,
And I am the only one to blame.

Give me a moment to take it all in,
This is a battle I am not strong enough to fight,
But my pride is too strong to not let me win

 

Child's Play​

Oh, for fucks sake,
Give me a fucking break.
I’m sick of the fucking madness,
And the drama you create.

Oh, Jesus Christ,
Shed me some goddamn light,
I’m sick of trying to help you win,
When you’re giving up the fight.

Oh, dear lord,
I’ve heard this bullshit before,
I’m sick of the stupid words,
That seem to spill when you drop your jaw.

Oh, fucking hell.
Let me into that protective shell,
I’m sick of being on the outside,
Lingering like a foul smell.

Oh, Good god.
This is ludicrous and odd,
I’m sick of wrapping you in cotton wool,
When you’re just ripping it all off.

Let’s cut to the chase,
Will you just look at my face,
Do you think I look happy?
Like I want to relate?
I’m far from the beginning, love,
And closer to the edge,
Now shut up with your bullshit,
Don’t give me the ‘I promise’ pledge,

I’m walking away.
From another tedious day.
It’s fucking child’s play.

 

I’m normal; I know it.
Why do you say that?
I feel this pain, but don’t show it.
Isn’t there a way to convey that?
I’m sick of applying that happy facade.
Don’t get closer; you’ll fall.
I feel no emotion in these worthless days.
These are the times where we lose it all.

I’m cracking; I feel it.
Don’t give up on me now.
I take a blade to the pain to relieve it.
I want to help you, but how?
I’m tired of the questions answered with lies.
Don’t be a pessimist, my love.
I’ve lost the will to compromise.
Smile as you know you should.

I’m dead; I know it.
But you’re here, aren’t you?
I feel this raw emotion, and show it.
Don’t let yourself get so blue.
I’m not going to cover up what I am:
I love you for the real thing.
This quivering wreck; a total sham.
You’re not what you seem to think.

I’m not healing; it’s good.
You worry me at times.
I’m still breathing, tasting blood.
Are you trying to make me cry?
I’m looking through eyes; they’re not quite clear.
You’re telling me all these things, but why?
I’m killing myself inside. I’m going to miss you, dear.
Those aren’t the words I want to hear.

 

*drowns in angst* >:

I liked Child's Play, despite it being rather crude in the use of language. xD

I think the capital letters should be swapped around, right?
The fact you used "odd" made me chuckle, I'm not sure why x3

 

What we could be.

Let’s pause this masquerade,
And gaze up to the skies.
I am the ocean of your blissful facade,
Constantly wondering why.
We could have been so beautiful,
Instead of staying shy.
We could have built our own little world,
And witnessed it through bright eyes.
We could have captured our desires,
Bottled them like fireflies,
But we remained motionless and still,
And let all our dreams die.

 

Some british references used.

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Cycle

I’m gonna wake up one morning,
Feeling fine,
Leave the council flat,
To waste my time,
Dealing heroin on the streets, above urban decay,
Because gold doesn’t get much purer than smack-cocaine.

I’ll hop on a bus,
Kiss the air goodbye,
Sit down on my seat,
Stretch, yawn, and rub my eyes,
Deal in a few of my hot-spot places,
Kick it back in the bookies to catch up on the races.

I’m gonna visit my people,
Frankie, Sully, and Kree,
You don’t wanna mess with them,
The guys with sets of all-gold teeth,
Bangin’ in their Vauxhalls and Ford Capri’s,
Eyes bloodshot with bags hanging down to their knees.

I’m gonna lay awake at night,
Feel that pain,
Wipe my eyes,
Listen to the car alarms and pouring rain,
Argue with the council to up my pay,
And start this cycle all over again.

 

I really liked it, and it sadly was rather accurate of the lives of many people. Only bit that threw me off was why they'd go to sleep feeling **** and then wake up fine.

Rhythm was lovely, although when I read "The guys with sets of all-gold teeth, " the flow seemed a bit interrupted. Maybe that's just me though. :c

 

About Me

I like comedy movies,
I’m not generally fun,
I’ve got my head in the clouds,
And I’m walking on the sun
Shine my light out at night
Because I’m scared of the dark,
I’m popular with my peers,
‘cause I’m up for a laugh.

I keep myself quite busy,
I’m not on popular demand,
I’ve got my speakers turned up loud,
And I’m singing in my head,
I feel like,
I’m a star, gonna make it someday,
I’ll be the next Frank Sinatra,
Gonna do it my way.

I like to jump up and down,
I’m excitable at times,
I’ve got my mind working over,
And I’m busting out some rhymes,
I’ll pause for a second,
Just to check the time,
Because I’m always late for something,
And end up getting left behind.

This is just a little bit of coverage,
I’m not one to exaggerate,
I’m telling you the truth
Now don’t try and relate,
I might make up some stories
Because they’re always a lot of fun,
Now I’m a mixed up kind of person,
But isn’t everyone?