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When You Realize



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Tue Nov 22, 2011 2:59 am
MandaPanda1031 says...



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this is bad... I realized this today, while mopping a quiet room... I realized this whole poem when the radio turned on, after I thought about what was going through my mind at that moment... So much has happened to me in the last 2-3 weeks and I realize I have become a beter person because of it, but I only realized it now, while I was mopping a quiet room.


When your mopping a quiet room,
You start to think.
Your mind wanders,
And You wonder why,
Why You?
... So much has happened,
So much is now gone,
So many things are happening to You,
You wonder,
Does God Have something against You?
When the radio beeps on,
Your thinking stops,
Reality comes back,
And you finally realize you just have to live with what your given,
That's when you stop crying,
That's when you stop being upset,
Is when YOu know you have to be strong,
Because sombody else has to be stonger.
So come back to life,
And just stop thinking about what happened before,
Think about the furture.
  





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Tue Nov 22, 2011 3:02 am
StoryWeaver13 says...



This was nice, but I felt like it could've had more imagery so we could really delve in on what you were feeling. I suppose it felt a little too summarized to me....it was a good overview of emotions but I want a little hint of a story along with it (which is not to say that it has to be long - just that your words have to count). This was nice, though, and I think if you expanded on this it could be great.
Keep writing,
StoryWeaver
Reading is one form of escape. Running for your life is another. ~Lemony Snicket
  





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Tue Nov 22, 2011 11:09 am
barefootrunner says...



It's a lovely poem. It delves into a deep, stirring problem. This is mirrored by its subdued tone.
There were a few grammos and typos:

When your mopping a quiet room,
I think it should be you're.

You start to think.
Your mind wanders,
And You wonder why,
Why You?
... So much has happened,
So much is now gone,
So many things are happening to You,
You wonder,
Does God Have something against You?
When the radio beeps on,
Your thinking stops,
Reality comes back,
And you finally realize you just have to live with what your given,
That should be you're again.

That's when you stop crying,
That's when you stop being upset,
Is when YOu know you have to be strong,
What must be capitalised there and what must not?

Because sombody else has to be stonger.
So come back to life,
And just stop thinking about what happened before,
Think about the furture.
That should be "future".

I liked the tone, stanzas etc. They added to the sadness and almost lethargic feeling of the poem. Great job!
"Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts" - Einstein
  








For in everything it is no easy task to find the middle ... anyone can get angry—that is easy—or give or spend money; but to do this to the right person, to the right extent, at the right time, with the right motive, and in the right way, that is not for everyone, nor is it easy; wherefore goodness is both rare and laudable and noble.
— Aristotle