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Maddi-Chan
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« on: August 15, 2008, 02:37:13 PM »

This is a poem is made up on the fly.

She knows her fate.
She is not allowed "choice".
She is not allowed "will".
Her fate is whatever others make it to be.
Her fate is their command.

She stands at the podium and waits for the master of her fate to stand,
To bid,
To buy her off and take her destiny under their thumb.
And as a darkly cloaked man rises,
She decides to make her own fate.

And when she is free,
She breathes what fresh air she can,
Runs across what fresh ground she can,
And for a second her fate is her own.


A crack splits the air.
A bullet rips through her.
And as her blood soaks the ground,
She smiles.
For wasn't this her fate all along?

Please critique this and give your thoughts but be nice.
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Zadestar
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« Reply #1 on: August 26, 2008, 09:34:31 PM »

Well, since no one will critique my work, I will critique yours in hopes that you may return the favor...Your poem is...dark-ish, and Im not completely sure of the point of view, whether it be of her as a slave to something, or someone...but it is very different...and also sort of macabre,  but kudos, continue writing, for all our sakes haha, for the pen is mightier than the sword.
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Detlef Schrempf
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« Reply #2 on: November 24, 2009, 12:43:38 AM »

This is a poem is made up on the fly.

She knows her fate.
She is not allowed "choice".
She is not allowed "will".
Her fate is whatever others make it to be.
Her fate is their command.

She stands at the podium and waits for the master of her fate to stand,
To bid,
To buy her off and take her destiny under their thumb.
And as a darkly cloaked man rises,
She decides to make her own fate.

And when she is free,
She breathes what fresh air she can,
Runs across what fresh ground she can,
And for a second her fate is her own.


A crack splits the air.
A bullet rips through her.
And as her blood soaks the ground,
She smiles.
For wasn't this her fate all along?

Please critique this and give your thoughts but be nice.
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Detlef Schrempf
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« Reply #3 on: November 24, 2009, 01:02:25 AM »

Well, since no one will critique my work, I will critique yours in hopes that you may return the favor...Your poem is...dark-ish, and Im not completely sure of the point of view, whether it be of her as a slave to something, or someone...but it is very different...and also sort of macabre,  but kudos, continue writing, for all our sakes haha, for the pen is mightier than the sword.

This person has to many doubts and needs to learn to accept the existence of love not only from others but for ones self. While oppression is a challenging situation to overcome fleeing from the usurper only shows your fear of its will and submittance to the existence of its power over you. and I'm not sure if the person is so much afraid of being controlled as much as held down, but I think its a false fear because they don't give themselves credit for having the will to bring about change in there lives. or at least they are conflicted regarding the power they hold to control their fate. so they wait when chances to find the true worth an stuff of life presents itself because they fear something better and they blame the restriction on the will of another when its their own nervous demeanor that holds them back regardless of how much they try to hide their insecurity. save to say a person with this kind of fear and I am one of them, does often fall into the path they feel is destined to them for expectation of safety or at least familiarity. but in my limited experience this only leads to frustration and disappointment and the safety they seek is absent.  fear to trust and fear to love are products of regret and until this person learns that there is goodness beyond their control and expectation, they will never understand that the beauty in life is found in taking-hold of ones own inhibitions and knowing when to drop them but also when to let their own or be it another's moralities keep control, and in doing so they can develope an identity and a sence of self to love and share with another, who in turn can be trusted to care for its needs as much as the person.
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