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BEAT

                                                        heartbeat
                                                                     importance
                                                                life
                                                       afterlife  
                                   born with one  
                                                          some of us at least
                                             that beat
                                                        a loving whisper on a winter night
                                             that beat
                                                       an elusive smile you finally catch    
                                                   running
                                                across your child’s face                                                       
                                     that beat
                                              it drives us
                                    the rest of us
                                         that beat
                                    we’re addicted
                           that beat
                                        on the streets-
             basketballs, Niagara falls-
                                beats  
          not heartbeats
               beats  
                       to drive them
          to drive us  
                            you
            have nothing
                 those whispers
                          nonexistent
                   summer heat
                                        cold
                                 remembrance
                                             love
                                                   desired
                                         addicted
                                                      to stopping that beat
                                         that golden pedestal which your dreams stand   
                                                                        not waiting for you
                                                                                             never was  
                                                                                                   spot you wanted
                                                                                                            gone  
                                                                                    given away to someone remembered
                                                                                                           someone loved
                                                           someone with a beat.
©2007-2009 !zombie-squirrels
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Meaning of My Poem

So, if you didn’t get it from the poem, it was supposed to be about what things drive people. Kind of like good people are driven towards, for a loss of words, the pursuit of happiness. While bad people (like Adolf Hitler) are driven by their egos, and only want to be remembered, or loved. The theme of “beat” is as if we all have a beat, but some of them beat for the wrong reasons, or lack a beat in general. The term “beat” is supposed to represent feelings, or a heartbeat, or just something that keeps you going (ex. The beat of a basketball, the endless momentum of a waterfall). Although some people are addicted to, rather than striving for happiness, stopping those beats (a.k.a. killing, etc.). But in the end, it isn’t those who strive to be remembered or loved who end up be remembered and loved, it’s those who do their own thing. Those who do what’s right for not their pursuit of happiness, but everyone else’s’.

So I want you to be SO FREAKING critical with this I'll end up crying. I know it's sort of cheesy and whatever but I wanted it to be like, all angsty and stuff.
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Hokay so as always I love it. Your vocabulary as I'm sure you know is vast and colorful and your details and similes are some of the best I've ever read but I have a couple problems with this.

The whole 'beat' theme is great and everything but I'm feeling like you're not digging down deep enough. You're giving me great detail but not in the right way, like it needs to. It's actually kind of frustrating to read because some parts like
"an elusive smile you finally catch running across your child’s face that beat
it drives us the rest of us that beat we’re addicted"

I mean if 'beat' is your feelings and everything you kind of have to be addicted to it. Whether you like it or not your feeling are there and you might not show them on your face or express them verbally but they're there. Even those who don't like 'beat's and want to stop them, are addicted to them because they can't help it- we all have feelings. So basically what I'm saying is that you're contridicting yourself. "that beat it drives the REST of us"

Your feelings drive everyone. Feeling drive evil people to try to destroy feelings.

And about the whole basketballs and Niagra falls thing, you're coping out details like a weak kneed hoochy coochy nancy boy.
I really don't think these are good examples. Not even the majority of the state is driven to accomplish their goals by basketballs or Niagra falls. And yes while basket balls are fun and Niagra falls is a nice place to visit besides the occasional odd stunt man and a NBA ghetto hoop star these things hold no importance to the average human being.

Also, trying to be as a non-bitch as I can about this but the ending...it's good but it somehow feels incomplete.

Because as I stated everyone has a beat reguardless of what their morals are.
And evil people are also loved (to make a point out of the top of my head, Satan has worshippers XD) so the ending is kind of vague like anyone who could have made like one mistake in their life and their dreams could be given away to someone who doesn't neccessarily deserve them, such is life.

Life, as you know, is not fair.

And I'm feeling this poem is kind of like a believable dream world. Where things that are unfair happen but are soon easily repaired because the evil get what they deserve which doesn't happen a lot in the big picture.

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:heart:Lauren
lovely poem!!!

we have that beat!!!

lets keep it alive!!!

you are so talent!!!!

:hug:

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i know im only waiting..........i hope so...
I really like the structuring in this, it's physically appealing. But hmm... for critique, some of it seems rather random--like the "across your child’s... face " part. But overall, very nicely done. :thumbsup:
yeah I know. I mixed up the due date and had to print this one off the net instead of the edited version. :)

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