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Originally Posted by poeticdreamz
Ummm i don't mean to sound ignorant but i got some what confused by this piece. i had to read it twice. I can't say it was great, it was ok. It didn't really say what it was getting at you know. I understood the situation but the detail just wasn't there, and even if it was maybe it was a little too far under the surface for me to catch. I'll look out for you next piece though. Maybe you might drop something that i can catch on to a little better, i'll be waiting on it.
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You may be right that I was not as expressive enough in what the piece was about. On the surface it seems like somebody choking to death. I tried to hint at what I was getting at by the title.
Anyways, its a run off of the idea that some people want to save their life so desperately they hold their breath. It's obviously an exageration to say that, but I like the concept. On the other end when we release poems (or any other expression of ourselves) to the world we are giving them a piece of ourselves, a piece of our life. By holding back our expressive content we are choking out a part of ourselves, essentially killing that side of ourselves. So in a way this poem is that breath of fresh air to save my life.
There is also a sense of writers block in there... if only I could say what I want to say, I am dying to say it but it just won't come.
Hopefully this sheds some light on the poem for you and any others who might happen across it.
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