Midterm Critique
by HeavyHeartedandTheHardwire
Our character, not reputation, is made by what we might believe and do.
I'll lose nothing worse than the integrity, and the community I knew
My first point consisting of lines 1 and 2, each gathered aloud and stuck here-
10 couplets replace my midterm critique points, decisively sincere.
By forgoing my 5 actual presentational points, there’s something to gain, (and of course, somethings are lost-)
but now, there's this immediate, specific task at hand:
& a finish line to cross.
To communicate initially, I think not, to anyone who'll hear word's plain, is to admittedly, be victimized- in my 8th and final year,
like the children who began their march, from grade school right through here.
Would be like reporting the act, back to the top,
somehow extrapolating the embarrassment’s thought.
The pain of understanding, in this dismal horror-show's play,
we notice, pain, well, just isn't a real emotion,
although it's experience feels that way.
new arts are born from thievery, despite my forsaken property-
the call I heard, then rose to serve- was stupid with tenacity.
10 stanzas worth of couplets, engulfed like flames, the page
This digital bleakness in which we all dwell, stained white with expressionist rage.
sometimes anguish comes, and then sometimes, sorrow stays-
but even now when I think of you- trouble goes away.
Oh, how these days mimic the Night,
In their dizziness- at freedom's height
Tethered together- do they placate or testify?
Primary anxieties intensify.