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The strings of my heart
play the tune you wish to hear.
They reverberate
with the song you sing.
Yet,
a string has broken,
and in your desperation
to hear my heart's sweet melody
my sound has become wobbly.
My instrument cannot fulfill
the things you wish for.
Replacement is what it fears
as you become more irate
at the
cra
cked
chor
ds
errupting from my twisted heartstrings.
I can but watch as you
s
l
i
p
from my grasp.
My heart becomes a knotted mess.
Please untie it
and I will gladly play your beautiful chords
once
again.
play the tune you wish to hear.
They reverberate
with the song you sing.
Yet,
a string has broken,
and in your desperation
to hear my heart's sweet melody
my sound has become wobbly.
My instrument cannot fulfill
the things you wish for.
Replacement is what it fears
as you become more irate
at the
cra
cked
chor
ds
errupting from my twisted heartstrings.
I can but watch as you
s
l
i
p
from my grasp.
My heart becomes a knotted mess.
Please untie it
and I will gladly play your beautiful chords
once
again.
Literature
Restless
I’ve been living in the same breathy dream
for too many days now; I’m bed-ridden and
stale and I reek of those moments that come
full throttle like a car crash on a winter night
this is evolution where weak hearts
are afraid of the shadows and where
everything changes,
an apologetic wind births no remorse;
he will move on—anchored ship
set sail, I am the sunken wreckage
that never learned how to swim.
he will move on, Darwin says
I never had a chance
I wish I were the textbook sadness,
symptom and solution and endurance
but I’ve spent too long sleeping on the
Literature
On the edges of your lips
My soul flickers back and forth in your presence
As I drag myself on the floor slowly, barely
I surrender to the voices promising your love
And the dream of tomorrow bringing me your scent
You do not see me nor my fading shadow
I am right here, down here, take one look at me
I lay my wings over your shoulders, I take the rain for you
I kiss the flock of birds that flew over you
I swallow every thorn in your way, I turn your path blue
I hug every glimpse of fear in your eyes
I live on the edges of your lips, I steal every word you speak
I sleep between your ribs, I sing along with your heartbeat
I built my shrine between
Literature
On Confidence
"Walk with confidence,
even if you know you will trip and fall.
And when you do trip,
laugh it off
and continue on with steady steps."
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Another depressing one I wrote a few nights ago. 
I hope you enjoy it.
Again, I would love feedback.
I hope you enjoy it.
Again, I would love feedback.
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Overall Vision Originality Technique ImpactIt is woefully heartfelt. I love the, I think the word is metaphor, based around music. It's really captured the feeling I believe you want it to, of a heart that is an instrument, a person that is an instrument rather, and of it being played by the wrong person.
Vision: I'm never certain what to write for this rating, but the imagery is certainly very clear, which is wonderful!
Originality: I think it's quite original, not the concept of using something, like an instrument, to describe a person, but the way its written and everything else.
Technique: Well, I see no real flaws <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/b…" width="15" height="15" alt="
" title=" (Big Grin)"/>Impact: It perfectly describes a broken heart, wonderful impact therefore!