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Helpless

Don't look at me blue
broken glass can cut
speak to an angel
leave me alone

Where i do not speak
exists one void
bleek to repeat
a toy

When i lose this
this being conscious
this being real
teardrops cry

When lost is won
stare down that gun
when one can't speak
he cries. 
— bloke, Jul 01, 2010

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Seren

Seren

15 years 11 months ago

Dear Bloke

I really think you have a winner here but I think it really needs some punctuation or some lines rearranged for flow purposes other than that great job love JayCee x x x (Quote~~"It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree. "--Charles Baudelaire)
Seren

Seren

15 years 11 months ago

btw quick question is bleek

btw quick question is bleek meant to be bleak ? or bleep or something else love JayCee (Quote~~"It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree. "--Charles Baudelaire)
weirdelf

weirdelf

15 years 11 months ago

it's got potential, mate

that first verse reads like four seperate statements and I think needs to be re-worked. The rest is good, powerful. Just a few tweaks- Where i[I] do not speak exists one void bleek[bleak] to repeat[,] a toy When i[I] lose this[,] this being conscious[,] this being real[,] teardrops cry When lost is won stare down that gun when one can’t speak he cries. [grammar conflict- either he can't he cries or one can't one cries] Cheers, Jess, Reprehensibly irrepressible,