ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
To those who've seen my old description, I'm sure you'll be pleased to see a refreshing lack of arrogance. If you missed it, sucks to be you. I'm a free-lance writer and barrista from the Midwest. I'm still trying to get more of my poetry and fiction on here, so be patient. In the meantime, please post reviews; I love reading what you all think. Write me email too, I need new victims.. er... friends. As usual, welcome to my madness, and happy reading. [February 2003]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (6) Bodies At Rest (Poetry) I lost this piece some months ago; searched all over, couldn't find it anywhere... It's funny how life works. Just about the same time I finally got over the girl who inspired it, I found it in the s... [54 words] [Relationships] Faded Edges (Poetry) Read "Bodies at Rest" first. It helps to keep the time-line in order. [154 words] [Relationships] Jim's Lament (Poetry) A Cainite describes his existance... (Please do not correct my languages. No Latin was actually used against its will.) [104 words] [Fantasy] Rachaela (Poetry) This poem is old, more so even than I. At the time, I thought it was possible to find myself in someone else. Such is the nature of being lost. We will cling to anything, and think it a true North. No... [429 words] Unsolicited (Poetry) There are some journeys one never wishes to take. This is one of them. [161 words] Walking In Tides (Poetry) A sub-conscious night in the life... [156 words] [Nature]
Crimes Of Love - In Three Acts A J Magy
Act I: Born to world naked, vulnerable, fully dependant upon the whims of a power he cannot understand or control Does he know then, that these things do not change A slap, loud as a pistol crack, and the child gasps to draw his first breath; cries without shame He will learn with the wisdom of age, to be ashamed, to hide his face, for tears show weakness He is wrapped in blankets so womb-like, that reassured, the crying stops And this face beside him, so wet and so large near his own, coos words of safety And he sleeps And he dreams And time passes
Act II: He awakens with her near him, his destiny The faces are not so large beside his own, but the words of safety remain He is reassured He is calm He is doomed to failure He fights to keep the powers at bay, and he is winning But he is fighting himself And the quicksand pulls, and he sinks a little deeper But he feels good, he feels secure, he feels loved So he sleeps And he dreams And time passes The child is dead And time passes
Act III: He is a man now, so they tell him He doesn't feel it, but he tries to play the part The faces don't whisper safety anymore, now they scream about maturity Just a word, it once seemed so distant But he waited too long to find out what it means And she doesn't want to be his destiny anymore, all she ever wanted was a friend He builds walls, brick by brick They keep him in or the world out, it doesn't really matter anymore Inside his walls he finds a deceiving peace And he sleeps And he dreams And he dies
Fin
READER'S REVIEWS (6) DISCLAIMER: STORYMANIA DOES NOT PROVIDE AND IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR REVIEWS. ALL REVIEWS ARE PROVIDED BY NON-ASSOCIATED VISITORS, REGARDLESS OF THE WAY THEY CALL THEMSELVES.
"This is a well writen poem. It pulled me in with its raw honesty. I can feel the pain as plainly as scraping a nerve. I hope we hear more from this author." -- Jakob Milnard, MA, USA.
"True emotions.....Live life to the fullest and dont look back" -- Velva, Morris, IL, USA.
"Ha, shine spite upon those chauvenist poets who insist that you must sing truths in only rhyme. Instead, a prose-poetry in verse is revealing an interesting and rather morbid outlook on life, although a vibrant and beautifully-conveyed one." -- Tyrant.
"My favorite so far, this piece reaches out to grab you, shakes you out of complacency and slaps you in the head with truth! Nice work!!" -- Monte, USA.
"This piece must've been written quite awhile ago, since my old nemesis Tyrant has been on the Storymania board since forever. I can really only second what Monte said; a strong preference is to put poetry into rhyme since it is more difficult to do well, and the poet that can achieve that is the poet that is actually making money, but rhyme isn't the only way to tell a poem." -- JA St.George.
" #1 Title: Acceptable. #2 Spelling and Grammatical errors: None. #3 Opinion: I give this a clarity rating of bright. It shines back at you, but dips into pretentiousness. It is one step above foggy though in that you understand that the subject concerns love. #4 Suggestions: None. " -- JA St.George.
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