I very much dislike being too dramatic in my poetry, only sometimes, i have to get things out in cliche terms. i just finished Mockingjay, and some ideas came to me, so i put them into a poem. not meant to be super-fangirl-esque. this book hit me, well, at least Katniss as a character in this one did. the reason this particular book didn't quite do it for me is because an area Collin's falls short in is creating consistency with character motivation. i can actually point out in the text book to book where characters suddenly change a part of their complexity. and she also forgets about characters sometimes for chapters and chapters, then suddenly they mean so much. i dont know, as a story its good. but broken down, some things i find kind of vexing, or unattractive. anyways! here it is:
Here where the shadows lie,
covered up within my cries,
is stifling hot, sickly sweet,
and burning bright,
a caustic heat.
Bright, bright,
but that's when we see it:
during the night.
I tried to sing,
but I could only scream.
I screamed and screamed
but no one came
because I am not a piece
in wayward games.
A shimmer gleams,
but brighter now, not fire still.
Not fire still
Not fire still.
There where the shadows once lay.
there where I was,
there where I was,
there where I was
the mockingjay.
Enjoy your week, lovely readers
much love, really : )
Oh, I like this poem. It's very pretty, yet haunting.
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