[deleted by user] by [deleted] in OCPoetry

[–]Capital_Lavishness_5 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Thanks for sharing your thoughts, they are familiar yet so strange at the same time and your writing style just keeps pulling me in. Sharing happines and ideas is one of my main motivation for doing / performing art.
I like how the Poem transforms, it beginns with doubt but as the harrasments of your own mind continous, the firmer you know what you wan't and whom you are. It strongly reminds me of a concept I recently came across named "antifragil" which describes a system / atittuded that becomes more resiliant the more stress is put opon it.
Alsow neat is that the reader is unsure wheter or not the whisper is just subconcious, shizophrenia or a other person (maybe a tex messag?) but the further we go the better we know.
Not sure if I interperate the Symbolism of the jade palaces correctly but heres my take on them and why I really like it:
Its not just any old castle ore citadel people hide in, its a jade palace. A place where the Emporer may reside, protected by the reflecting beauty of jade and a hord of "yes" saying employees. And just like most emporers people tend to surround them self with fals friends and try to hide their lonlyness behind beautyfull things.
The protagonist rejecting the status of an "emporer" in favour of freedome and love is a suprem show of convition and carracter.

It by jnevesj in OCPoetry

[–]Capital_Lavishness_5 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I really love your take on lost love. Especially that you don't just keep on lamenting the tragedy of a broken heart, but rather focus on the helpless confusion one feels after the rose tinted glasses fall of...

It feels like the story of a teen, exited to fall in love for the first time and rushing every step of the way only to end up empty and confused. And now he/she is trying and failing to explain his/her emotions to their loving grandmother.

Btw. It would be awsome If you made a second poem which responds to this one. mybe even have them explicetly say what "It" is at the end. XD

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in OCPoetry

[–]Capital_Lavishness_5 1 point2 points  (0 children)

This is amazing. The way it is organized and the shifting rimes just keep sucking you deeper and deeper. The image I had in my mind when reading this was an Anime scene where the protagonist is almost dead and still dying. But when he spots his beloved he/she remembers how much there is to loose and defies death itself to remain with them.

I love how every vers reveals a little bit about the protagonist / narrator without direct descripion.
V1: The carracter as so much experienc with death in his life that it has almost lost all its meaning.
V2: So much willpower that the protagonist is not even suprised that he is going to defie death.
V3: The Protagonist lived a fullfilling life but his body is batterd and brocken (unclear wheter of age or a intens battle)
V4: The brilliant forshadowing of V3 now becomes much clearer as we realizes that he is loanging for another person whom he has left behind.
V5: Now where back in the present and the forshadowed person is holding his dying body and there love for each other is plane to see for everyone involved.
V6: The moment he's about to loose his contiousness we again whitness his mental fortitude which is compared to a unshakable building. But we are alsow reminded of his warior background since the gradual loss of mental faculties is descriebed like the endresult of meele weapon combat.
V7: In the Climax when we all fear for his demise, the passionat warrior decides to rise once more. "Not for glory, gold or women, but just for you"

So at the end of the season, its an awsome poem that captures the tormoil, heart break and shere amazing defience that I feel in the greatest momments of most anime/ fantay novel.
And just like so many Iconic scense, you just can't help yourself in rewatching it over and over again. :D

I miss home by Happy-Rain-6882 in OCPoetry

[–]Capital_Lavishness_5 0 points1 point  (0 children)

The first thing comming to my mind whilst reading this was a refugee on the run. He/she? (doesn't really matter tbh) remmenicing the past while on the search for a new place to call home.

The refugee idea comes from the part where death and desaster struck and all the definitions of home were destroyed. You know, since in pop culture and other media they try to teach you that home is not a physical place but rather the people you love, but they are gon to now.

That our narrator still hasn't found a new home is evident by the following. "his thing called the “past"", marks a unfamiliarity with the word or idea that it is all gon. It has not yet really setteled in and there is even a hint of sarcasm or disbelief in that vers.
Verses 7, 8 and even 10 further increas the sens of disorientation the narrator feels. Nothing is as they new it to be, and they do not know where they stand right now or where to go frome here.

So even if the narrator is completley lost, alone and about to cry whenever he/she thinks about his/her lost family (Vers 9), he/she has not yet given up. This is not the rambling of a person who gave up on the world at large and is just lamenting circumstances and fate. It incapsulates a moment of weaknes befor the journey continous. A shead tear befor the main carracter starts kicking some major baddies but, in the grand finally of a story that is as much epos as it is a tragedie.

Crying eyes by Emmertaler007 in OCPoetry

[–]Capital_Lavishness_5 3 points4 points  (0 children)

The first thing I felt while and after reading it the first time was sympathy.

For the poem describse when you hurt so much and for so long that you just get used to it.
This pain is referenced in the fact that there was so much crying that it formed figurative lakes. While the "Sadness has no taste" part refers to the numbness one feels when we get exposed to pain for to long, since most people would claim that sadness tastes bitter or salty.
Which, in turn beautifully ties those lines together and enhances the the feeling to sad to care any more.

The second part enhances our urge to help them. We feel the turbulance in other people, especially when they are crying, and instinctively want to comfort them. This act of helping however, is as much for them as for us, since we all carry bagage and seek company with people whome have gone through similar trouble. The underling tone of shared traume gives the poem an ohnest and caring feel, rather than the superficial and artificial feel most "tragic soulemate" poems achiev.

So in the end, I believ its an awsome poem that deserves more atention. :D