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« on: May 10, 2011, 02:19:32 PM »


 
Kory smoked weed like a furnance
every night boxed in his room.  
He was nervous about being alive
and having to die.

And not sure
how to feel
in between.

A Father that disowned him
to rent a three star Hotel
in another part of the world.

While his shipped wrecked mother,
worked in an office like a piston
stoned eye ball high with depression.

He walked to school slowly and alone.
Never ironed his shirt.
Never tucked his shirt in.

Eyes of jet blue. Lagoon eyes.
Summer sky blue. You could imagine
the clouds through them. Real beauties.

He sat alone at lunch.
Ate his sandwiches
with a slow gentle chew.
 
He was gay but he wouldn't know it
until a few days before his funeral.

Someone should
have taught them
to roar
like a lion
in the private darkness.

To hold themselves
like a weight
like muscle
like a chalice
let the world
glare
without blinking.

Toughten your care.

He dangled from the branch
like a dead fish hooked
on the end of a line.

In the stillness
night shadows stretched
the calcium light of moon
illuminates his cold skin.

His life could
have been an
answer
to a question.



 
 

 

 Working on this.

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« Reply #1 on: May 10, 2011, 08:16:21 PM »


Well, I like the flow of this so far. I would love to read the whole thing when it is finished. I can relate to the first part, the never knowing what it feels like to be in between. Only knowing the constant depression and paranoia. As I said above hopefully you finish this soon, as I am itching to see what other things in your writing I can relate to!
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« Reply #2 on: May 10, 2011, 09:39:12 PM »


First Colin, I think the last two lines should be the title, instead of 'A Suicide'.



Kory smoked weed constantly.  (I would like to see you drop 'constantly' and maybe use some repetition or other device to underscore the word.)
He was nervous about being alive
and having to die.

And not sure
how to feel
in between.

A Father that disowned him
to rent a three star Hotel
in another part of the world.

While his shipped wrecked mother,
worked in an office like a piston
stoned eye ball high with depression.

He walked to school slowly and alone.
Never ironed his shirt.
Never tucked his shirt in.

Eyes of jet blue. Lagoon eyes.
Summer sky blue. You could imagine
the clouds through them. Real beauties. (this is nice.  and I like the 'real beauties')

He sat alone at lunch.
Quiet and unassuming. (cut this and leave the rest)
Ate his sandwiches
with a slow gentle chew.
 
He was gay but he won't know it (can you change 'he won't' to just 'wouldn't'?)
until a few days before his funeral.

Nerves can ruin
a boy's
a man's
a woman's
life. (cut this stanza.  this is what the poem is about.  no need to tell us)

Some find it hard
to go beyond the door. (?) (what is this stanza doing for the poem?)

Someone should
have taught them
to roar
like a lion
in the private darkness.

To hold themselves
like a weight
like muscle
like a chalice
let the world
glare
without blinking.

Toughten your care. (sp.)

He dangled from the branch
like a pocket watch
on a gold chain
with the time stopped. (not sure about this image.  feels bordering on cliche?)

In the stillness
night shadows stretched
the calcium light of moon
illuminates his cold skin. (very nice)

He should have
come out and
danced before 
the stunned statues
of quiet prayer's. (this feels like too much to me, too telly.  i would rather this be implied in the poem)

His life could
have been an
answer
to a question.

Kiss someone
and mean it. (then if you cut this and used it as the title and ended with the previous stanza it would be a killer ending.)

Always a pleasure.

Jen
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« Reply #3 on: May 11, 2011, 05:35:30 AM »


Thanks,
Jen.

Making most of those edits.

Not sure about the 'smoked weed' part.
Something to imply his addiction.


Cows - Nice to see you reading and relating to the poems. Good to know. Will keep editing this. And more to come. I know it's just a small character sketch but it might expand into a short story or perhaps a short poem portrait.

'like a dead fish hooked
on the end of a line.'
- Is that comic rather than poignant? I think maybe so.  

Smiley
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Do not confuse ingenuous with ingenious - Olaf

Dedicated to bad writing - Charles Bukowski

'A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.' - James Joyce

The man that cannot visualize a horse galloping on a tomato is an idiot -Andre Breton

Who has the courage to go into the dark places where there is nothing but feeling? - Thomas A. Clark

'For everything that is hidden will eventually be brought into the open and every secret should be brought to the light. Anyone with ears to hear should listen and understand.' - Mark 4:22-23

Many a clever boy is flogged into a dunce and many an original composition corrected into mediocrity- Sir Walter Scott
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« Reply #4 on: May 12, 2011, 03:43:46 PM »




Hi Colin

just wanted to say, I echo Jens suggestions, and am glad you changed the title

other than that, I'll say I found this a good read, and it stuck with me for some time after reading it.

Best Regards


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« Reply #5 on: May 14, 2011, 12:03:19 PM »


I really liked this !
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Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"

T.S. Eliot
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« Reply #6 on: September 19, 2011, 12:40:27 PM »


I like this very much, but personally would end it with "private darkness" and keep it to him, not expanding into "they".
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