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Six Teen
It all boils down to numbers, you know.
How many days do I have left to live?
The grass beneath my feet, how many blades?
1, 2, 3, 4
Even numbers are the sweetest,
breathe in.
5, 6, 7, 8
breath out.
Persuading my mind to become calm,
The days go by, and by, and by,
How long have I lived for?
100 years.
each day begins with me being enveloped in fear
will I die this day? tomorrow?
Counting down to my
demise
The sun rises again,
and I breathe in,
9, 10, 11, 12
and out.
Always at the back of my mind,
The next second could be my last
The weeks are Long, but fast.
I only want to cling to you
A little longer,
Holding you tighter and tighter
until I can't ever let you go again.
each fleeting moment with you, my love,
is more important than I am as a whole.
A hole, torn into my soft skin where
You once were.
I can't remember when I saw you last,
Yesterday? 2 months?
I miss you horribly
13, 14, 15, 16
The blood seeps into the wall and rots as the years go by.
I love you.
About This Poem
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Critiques
neopoet
1 month 1 week ago
Neopoet AI
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
This poem explores themes of mortality, time, love, and loss through a counting motif that runs throughout the piece. The use of numbers to mark the passage of time and the narrator’s internal experience is a compelling structural choice, evoking both the relentless progression of life and the attempt to find calm amid anxiety.
Strengths: - The counting interspersed in the poem creates a rhythmic pulse that mirrors the narrator’s breath and heartbeat, reinforcing the tension between life and death. - The contrast between the mechanical counting and the emotional vulnerability in lines like “each fleeting moment with you, my love, / is more important than I am as a whole” deepens the emotional impact. - The imagery, such as “A hole, torn into my soft skin where / You once were” and “The blood seeps into the wall and rots as the years go by,” is visceral and evocative, conveying pain and decay effectively.
Areas for improvement: - The poem’s formatting is uneven in places, with inconsistent indentation and spacing that can disrupt the reading flow. Consider more deliberate line breaks and stanza divisions to enhance clarity and pacing. - Some transitions between ideas feel abrupt, for example, the jump from counting blades of grass to contemplating 100 years of life. Adding connective language or imagery could smooth these shifts. - The phrase “The weeks are Long, but fast” contains a capitalization inconsistency (“Long” capitalized mid-line) that might be intentional but could also distract readers. - The poem might benefit from tightening certain lines to heighten impact; for example, “How long have I lived for? / 100 years.” could be rephrased for stronger resonance, as the sudden jump to 100 years feels somewhat jarring given the earlier focus on immediate moments.
Overall, the poem effectively conveys a poignant meditation on time and love, but refining structure and transitions could enhance its emotional clarity and rhythm.
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Geezer
3 years ago
I am...
thinking that I will come back to this a bit later. I need a little time to process this one. ~ Geezer.
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M4GG0TM3NT4L
3 years ago
I hope!
you mean that in a good way lol!
Geezer
3 years ago
The reason...
I wanted some time to process this one
was because I was pretty tired and wanted to be fresh when I sussed it out.
Plus, I wanted to read one of Poe's poems that this one reminded me of.
Yes, "The Telltale Heart", The counting, didn't make a connection for me at first,
but as I read it, the numbers resuming and the breathing in and out, it made an impression on me,
like the beating of a heart, and then I thought of "The Fall of the House of Usher".
This has so many qualities that feel like a Poe tale, that I felt you had taken
a bit from each story and added them to your own. "The blood seeps into the wall and rots
as the years go by". "I love you". Clinches it for me. This is great stuff~ Geezer.
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M4GG0TM3NT4L
3 years ago
thank you so much!!
I'm very honored to be compared to Poe!! your kind words mean a lot :)