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For Him

Life is a sickness
with no cure
with pain that seems to never end
It rages against the walls
set in stone to keep it at bay

It blackens my lungs
and pounds on my heart
until my heart can barely stand to beat

The sickness called life
cuts my throat when I'm not even aware,
that it was there, slowly creeping up behind me

The tears I cry make my thirst bloom
into an insufferable roar running through
my veins, " life" drains me of everything
except my pain, my undying thirst

Oh, how I thirst for peace
the sanctum of his arms
Where even though the sickness was still there
I was safe, and often forgot my pain

With my head against his chest
I forgot all about my sickness
with his arms around me
I could almost feel no pain

But, when he's not around
My sickness beats the hell out of me
Screaming for me to find my only
salvation, oh he's my savior

How I look to the skies
every time I miss him 
How I thank  god for the love
he gives me, oh the sweet love of my love

Oh, but the pain of the sickness
holds no candle to the pain of not
seeing him, being with him, touching him
Ow, doesn't even begin to cover it

God, I thank you for him
He holds me tightly to his chest
as I cry out in pain from my sickness
Oh, if i should die from this

Please god, send me to a place with no pain
just my love and me oh, please

Pain racks me until I must lie down
Oh, how I screamed and cried
When the spell of horror was done
I sank down upon my pillow
and slept so soundly, that when my sweet love
arrived in my bed chambers, he wept

For he thought I was dead, that I
had been passed over to the dark lord
But, no I was only worn
So, I did not hear my Love's crys

For he was heart broken, soul broken
and as he reached to take my locket as a token
I grabbed his hand and brought it to my heart

Our eyes met
his eyes glowed with joy
and were brimmed with tears
My poor sweet baby, I thought

Then I noticed that my
thirst is gone, my pain ceased
and all I have now is him
he's the only one who can do me harm

His hazel eyes burn into mine
in them i see the depth of his love for me
I smile weakly, for I am so weak
I silently sent up a prayer to god

" Never do that again, Alana. I love you to much to let you go," 
he says as he lay down beside me
" I love you to," I whisper as we fall asleep in each others arms
Thank God 
— Alice Ember, Apr 16, 2010

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Alice Ember

Alice Ember

16 years 1 month ago

Ahhhhhh

God, thats a super long poem I'm sorry guys Love, Alice Carrying your own battle scars is a sign of your own strength. Carrying others battle scars is a sign of your very soul.
Beauregard

Beauregard

16 years 1 month ago

Me again

with a lot of critique to offer. You write so much, you give me so much to work with! That's wonderful! But since this is was a very difficult poem for you, I'm gonna hold my critique 'til you tell me if you want it or not! You're one brave chic, you know that? Kelsey
Alice Ember

Alice Ember

16 years 1 month ago

nah i didn't

I want the critque give it to me straight Kels. I need the improvement. love Alana Carrying your own battle scars is a sign of your own strength. Carrying others battle scars is a sign of your very soul.
Beauregard

Beauregard

16 years 1 month ago

you go girl

10.2 = stanza 10, line 2 on that stanza 'words in single quotes like this' are usually my suggested alternatives and "words in double quotes like this" are usually the terms you used in the poem. 2.3- I wouldn't repeat the word heart. 'it' would work fine. 3.2 & 5.3- cut out the word 'even'. Getting rid of words that won't affect the meaning of the poem is key in efficient writing ("less is more"). So also cut out the "Oh's", "just's", "my's", "the's", "and's", "how's" "but's", etc, anywhere that they aren't necessary for the meaning of the line. Example: 7.2- "My sickness beats the hell out of me" means the same as "sickness beats the hell out of me" and 8.3- "How I thank God for the love" means the same as "I thank God for the love" in less words. 10.4 & 17.2- capitalize 'i'. Try using some stronger nouns/adjectives throughout the poem. Mix up your synonyms. Like 'chars' or 'singes' instead of "blackens" on 2.1 and 'suffering' or 'despair' or 'torture' or 'affliction' or 'agony' instead of using "pain" so many times. 12.1- lie--> lay (I think!) Also, you switch verb tenses throughout the poem (going from "Life is" to "I forgot"). Pick one or the other and stick to it. Consistency helps make the poem easier to read. I would suggest deleting all of line 9.4. It doesn't seem to fit the elegant feel of the rest of the poem. Also- who says "bed chambers" anymore? If you want to go for an old fashioned feel, you have to use that kind of language throughout the poem, otherwise, I would stick with modern terms. Again, consistency! I've noticed that you are very brave in what you write about Alice. I think writing must be a kind of therapy for you. The paper is always there to listen, isn't it? I've also noticed that you have a strong sense of story-telling and narrative that runs through your poems. That can be very difficult to work with because you want to put so much into the poem, but it's hard to put a lot into a little bit of space. That's kinda why it took you eighteen stanzas to write this poem! Work on thinking of ways to say the same thing in the least amount of words. The more you can pack a lot of stuff into a smaller space without ruining the poem's meaning, the better. Lastly, think about 'why'? Why is the story in this poem important to you? Why did you chose that word to describe that thing? Why is this word better than a synonym of it? Why did you break that line there and go on to a new one? Why didn't you make that two separate stanzas? Why does that combo of words sound so cool? etc. Doing that can really help you when you revise and when you develop the poem more. Even when it takes ten minutes to write the poem and it flows out really easily, I think there is some part of our mind that wants each little thing in the poem to be written a specific way for a reason: to give the poem deeper meaning. Keep that in mind. "Life is a sickness with no cure" --> WOW. That's one powerful opening! Keep it up girl, I know he would be proud. Kelsey
Beauregard

Beauregard

16 years 1 month ago

oh, I forgot

You notice how some of your lines are really long and some are really short? Sometimes this works and sometimes it doesn't. Your best bet is to even out your lines lengths. Having a consistent number of syllables in each line (like 5-7 syllables or 10-11 syllables or 2-4 syllables, on each line) helps the flow of the poem a lot. It 'decongests' the poem. You can do this by going line by line and cutting words until you have as many syllables as you want or adding in more line breaks. Example: ""Never do that again, Alana. I love you to much to let you go,”" has 18 syllables! You could divide that into two lines like this: ""Never do that again, Alana. I love you to much to let you go,”" And then the first line would be 9 syllables and the second line would be 9 syllables and it would be much easier for the reader to read smoothly. Or you could cut out syllables and reword it to say something like: "Don't scare me, Alana." which would also be much easier for the reader to read. Also, on that line: "to much" should be 'too much'. I would say your shortest lines are the most powerful ones. You see how that first stanza is so intense but then it burns out a little as the poem goes along and the lines get longer and longer? It seems like your most powerful lines are about 5 syllables each ("life is a sickness", "it blackens my lungs") so try to aim for a maximum of 7 syllables per line. Make lines that are like word-punches at the reader! :) It's also a good idea to try to mix up your stanza lengths (number of lines per stanza). In "Her Death is Coming", you have a line that stands by itself. That really helps the reader keep reading and it can really help make powerful lines stand out. So having more consistent line lengths, but more varied stanza lengths, should help your poetry's flow a ton! Kelsey
Alice Ember

Alice Ember

16 years 1 month ago

Thanks kels

I'll work on all of this. Love, Alana Carrying your own battle scars is a sign of your own strength. Carrying others battle scars is a sign of your very soul.
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hippiepoet69

16 years 1 month ago

I can feel the pain

and I know pain very well. Pain has come close to making me go over the edge. Friends and poetry kept me from it. I don't call what I have sickness. I have an addiction. She did not call me last night. And I need a fix. Take Care. huey