He and She

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by horncow, Jul 14, 2005.

  1. horncow

    horncow Member

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    She crumbled at bottom the stairway,
    pressing her soft back against
    the wall, covering her face in shame.
    Tears rushed down her humble face, trailing
    her make-up across her subtle cheeks.
    She cried, and cried, soaking in the
    darkness of the unfortunate despair.
    Her cheek stung from his blow,
    and the cold tears pressing against
    her warm skin gave a sickly tickle,
    but it did little to ease the pain.
    Her left hand, which was currently held
    against her face, was fractured from
    trying to stop her ragdoll-like
    tumble as she dropped down the stairs.

    He sat on the bed upstairs,
    Legs hanging over the bed, and his elbows
    braced on his knees. Peaking through the
    spaces in his fingers, you could see his
    face blood red, shining from sweat and tears.
    His mind played over the wretched moment,
    frame by frame, haunting him, showing him
    how much of a beast he really was.
    Laying back, he curled into himself,
    like an unborn baby, surrounded in
    the melancholy of his middle-aged
    inebration.
    Frame by Frame.
    Regretting every moment.
    He forced himself into
    a dormant state as a means of escape.

    She tip-toed up the stairs,
    her limp could be heard from the
    unnatural rythm of her steps.
    Standing in the doorway with the hallway
    light from behind,
    She gazed at him, squinting to
    make out his shape in the darkness.
    Leaving the hall light on, she quietly
    stepped up to the edge of the bed.
    A natural calmness sweep through the
    room as she admired her lover.
    She lifted up the covers, exposing his
    delicate frame underneath, and took on
    last sniffle.
    She slid under the covers,
    and slipped away into a slumber,
    All the while, hugging the man
    of her dreams.


    Constructive Criticism Please.
     
  2. horncow

    horncow Member

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  3. Major Peacenik

    Major Peacenik Member

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    I like it a lot, but this part is reaaaally awkward-sounding.

    Her cheek stung from his blow,
    and the cold tears pressing against
    her warm skin gave a sickly tickle,
    but it did little to ease the pain.
    Her left hand, which was currently held
    against her face, was fractured from
    trying to stop her ragdoll-like
    tumble as she dropped down the stairs.

    maybe if you get rid of "which was currently," cuz darn it, that line rubs me the wrong way... however the last seven lines are great. Except I think it would be better if she walked away, still hugging the man of her dreams.. ya dig?
     
  4. misterrain

    misterrain Banned

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    There are already too many victims in the world. It`s actually starting to get really really boring.
     
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