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Fatal Attraction
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Literature Text
There comes a point
Where being someone
Else’s instrument
To happiness
Becomes ultimately tiring.
Constant sacrifice
Of one’s self
Becomes a daily ritual;
Autonomy and freedom
Are luxuries
Not of this world.
To constantly vilify yourself
In the hope of it serving
A much greater purpose,
And then to achieve nothing
But discontentment and sorrow
Makes the process all
That more intolerable.
Nooses looking more attractive
As each day passes...
Where being someone
Else’s instrument
To happiness
Becomes ultimately tiring.
Constant sacrifice
Of one’s self
Becomes a daily ritual;
Autonomy and freedom
Are luxuries
Not of this world.
To constantly vilify yourself
In the hope of it serving
A much greater purpose,
And then to achieve nothing
But discontentment and sorrow
Makes the process all
That more intolerable.
Nooses looking more attractive
As each day passes...
*has been having a shitty time recently*
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This poem I also had to comment on after reading all your others, and especially just after 'Busy'.
I really like this, but less and less as you it gets towards the end. I understand that this is probably because it's a personal reflection of your thoughts at a particular moment, but I feel it has the potential to take a different, more expansive view of relationships which I indentify more with if this poem simply ended after the first part, and to a slightly lesser extent, also containing the second.
The very concept of art makes the ability of the artist to control the interpretation of their work to a fine extent impossible, and as such I'd prefer to comment on this piece in the context of my own view of it.
This poem is one that I identify with very strongly, though not from the point of view of the writer. I feel that many issues in relationships and identity that I have experienced are beautifully exposed by these few lines, and it's very refreshing to see them from this angle that I quite possibly would have otherwise never imagined myself.
Perhaps this is all a bit ambiguous, but well done. A fantastic piece of work.
I really like this, but less and less as you it gets towards the end. I understand that this is probably because it's a personal reflection of your thoughts at a particular moment, but I feel it has the potential to take a different, more expansive view of relationships which I indentify more with if this poem simply ended after the first part, and to a slightly lesser extent, also containing the second.
The very concept of art makes the ability of the artist to control the interpretation of their work to a fine extent impossible, and as such I'd prefer to comment on this piece in the context of my own view of it.
This poem is one that I identify with very strongly, though not from the point of view of the writer. I feel that many issues in relationships and identity that I have experienced are beautifully exposed by these few lines, and it's very refreshing to see them from this angle that I quite possibly would have otherwise never imagined myself.
Perhaps this is all a bit ambiguous, but well done. A fantastic piece of work.