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I want to run away -
Down to the lake,
And by the rocks -
Lie against the pier,
And watch the water -
Pretend I'm home,
By the old river where
I spent more time
Than in that house,
Home where once
I had wished that
My ashes would be
When I ended my life,
Because heaven was less
Of an image of home
Compared to the river
Where I spent my time
The river where I used
To run away to,
Rather than going back
To the house
Where I could do nothing
But wish
That it would all just end
Down to the lake,
And by the rocks -
Lie against the pier,
And watch the water -
Pretend I'm home,
By the old river where
I spent more time
Than in that house,
Home where once
I had wished that
My ashes would be
When I ended my life,
Because heaven was less
Of an image of home
Compared to the river
Where I spent my time
The river where I used
To run away to,
Rather than going back
To the house
Where I could do nothing
But wish
That it would all just end
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Escrtito #2 que te dedico.
Ya mi mente envenenada con tu persona ni siquiera puede recordar la razón del por qué estos sentimientos tan destructivos que siento por ti. Ni siquiera sé si tienen sentido mis palabras, cuando hablo de ti me siento como una loca enjaula. Mi locura es el amor que me provocas y mi jaula el deseo que no sacio. Me siento como una estúpida porque me tienes a tus pies y lo sabes, lo sabes porque mi actitud incontrolable te lo demostró. Hay algo que si recuerdo, aquel primer día de clases, aquel sol de 8am que encendía tu pelo color caramelo, aquella mirada profunda atrapada en el vidrio de tus lentes, las vuelta
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The Journey
Beneath my skin, my veins pulse with desire
To know why I am here.
As I journey to find the answers to life,
I sail through the monotonous seas
That stretch forever beyond the horizon.
As my ship sails towards the dry land,
Mountains tower before me,
Filling me with both awe and intimidation.
But the mountains are eroding as time passes by,
Into merely fragments of what they once were.
I move my eyes and watch the glaciers
Melt slowly into rivers.
But even though they disappear,
They melt to provide water for all life on this planet.
You could say rivers are created by glaciers for a purpose.
I ponder those mountains and glac
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La caja (algun dia)
Tirada en el patio esta la caja, sin etiquetas ni marcas, una simple caja. Todos pasan, pero nadie mueve a la caja, estática e inerte percibe los pasos, esos pequeños murmullos que la hacen recordar que no está sola y aun así el abismo continua.
En todos sus años de caja esta ha estado cerrada, pues ningún hombre ha decidido hacerse cargo de la solitaria caja, la cual carga con su contenido en el exterior; una caja inversa quizás será.
No tendremos remedio que contar que esa caja olvidada por todos más presente no podría estar, es el ombligo del mundo. Tras de ella se esconde la línea qu
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My version of home is by the rivwr where I grew up.
Where the slaps of water on the banks told me it'd okay.
Where the slaps of water on the banks told me it'd okay.
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Overall Vision Originality Technique ImpactI think anyone can relate to this because many people have their favorite spot(s) to be in silence and feel at peace. This is even more relatable for me because I like being by any body of water, be it a river, creek, lake, or ocean; just being near flowing water brings me peace.
I sense a lot of nostalgia in this piece due to the use of past tense and that desire to go back to the river. For the speaker, the river seems like it would be the key to her freedom from whatever her situation is at the house. This could almost be taken symbolically. Since the speaker and the reader don't know where the river goes, it could mean that the speaker wants to be anywhere but the house and not caring where she ends up.
Even though we get very little detail about the house, it sounds like it's a prison to the speaker; it's all stated in the last five lines of the poem. There are also the lines "I had wish that / My ashes would be / When I ended my life" that adds to this misery.
Overall, you did a nice job with this poem. I think you could have added a bit more imagery while at the river to help us get a sense of why you feel it's your place of peace. However, the minuscule references to the old house works great, it keeps it an ominous mystery.