A Question About Myself Poem by Paige Nielsen
A Question About Myself
Life bites like a vampire bat,
and changeling is my middle name.
The old blind man plays the blues,
shades of cerulean, sky, navy, and charcoal.
Proof is in the state of mind;
belief that death is paternal figure.
He whispers in my ear: always, always,
but it's a lie, because they always, always LEAVE.
The cross you bear is what I refuse.
I'm a fly on the wall, invisible, but playing with fire.
My birthday is the thirteenth of never.
Do I even exist? ?
I'm starting to think not.
Orpheus calls from the land of underworld-
Is it so wrong to want a tall, dark stranger to take me away?
Is it so wrong to cry,
to the tremolo riffs
of the cure and the smiths?
Don't feel sorry for me;
can't you see i'm laughing?
First kisses are overrated anyway
Screw it; I'm dying my hair pink and starting
a rock band with an obscene name.
I'll do what I like and send you all away.
Okay. Sooo, changeling is my middle name too. Hum: ] I love the use of repetition you have. You use a lot of metaphors and similies, rehetorical questions, allusions; but at times the poem feels fragmented and the flow is disrupted. Theres a lot of thought in this, perhaps that is why. 'Is it so wrong to want a tall, dark stranger to take me away? Is it so wrong to cry, to the tremolo riffs of the cure and the smiths? ' I really enjoy the rhythm here.: D Whoa, epiphany! 'First kisses are overrated anyway Screw it; I'm dying my hair pink' That pretty much makes the whole poem. I love how it goes with such deep thought and then.... BAM!
Thats intense. Really good imagery. Gave me the chills about death whispering...Woah
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Once again, Paige, you have succeeded in making me burn with jealousy. I am greener than the Keebler elves' hats. Your metaphors, like 'life bites like a vampire bat' add to the comlexity of the poem, but yet are simple enough for the layman to understand, which is rare for you ;) One of my favorite lines is 'The old blind man plays the blues...' etc, I can't read it because it cuts it off. But the cerulean, blue, azure, and all the stuff you put in there makes you think thoughts. Also, the way you just rush it at the end makes this poem more like reality and has a more personal connection to this. I mean, who doesn't say 'screw it all'? But this is awesome, and great job. Oh, and I really can't get enough of all your 16 poems. It'd take me a lifetime to comment on them all, but I have read most of them. Really, you are an amazing poet and writer.