#my review of the poem

[loveelizabeths]

love elizabeth s.

[deadlypoetacademia]

Is it normal to be happy and sad and hurting and healing and mad and guilty and jealous and calm, all at the same time?

[welcometogrouchland]

I understand that literature nerd Jason Todd is kind of overblown in fanon compared to it's actual presence in canon (a few issues during his pre (and post?)crisis Robin tenure that highlight it) BUT consider that I think it's hilarious if the unhinged gun toting criminal has strong opinions on poetry

[nicholaskyleedwards]

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[boushwrites]

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[loveelizabeths]

love elizabeth s.

[deadlypoetacademia]

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[tendermimi]

meriem evangeline, odyssey of hunger

[maggiegrace]

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[boushwrites]

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[loveelizabeths]

love elizabeth s.

[spooksalotnoel]

Seizing the day, Dead Poets

In a way, it feels impossible to express how I exactly feel about DPS. Apart of it is the fact that it taught me so much. Carpe diem, seizing the day, I think true masculinity was shown in the bond those boys had. The journey the movie takes us on, getting out of your comfort zone and being you. Funny thing is, they didn't really like poetry, they barely even read it.

"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion." Neil wanted to perform and perform with passion. When Todd improvises his poem, it shows Neils mesmerized face. All honesty that was one of my favorite moments within the film. Keating pushing of Todd, whether or not it was completely reasonable, is really how the movie blossoms. Provoking Todds ability to make something out of nothing, simple prompts. Evoking a feeling, because poetry is more than nouns and verbs even adjectives.

Brotherhood and seeing things in another point of view. Keating uses poetry to embolden his pupils to new heights of self-expression, "...make your lives extraordinary". Carpe diem, express love and be unapologetically you.

[skuulll]

3 a.m thoughts...

[mentalnote1]

Poetry Review by Anonymous writer~ Mangled by mentalnotes1

In “Mangled,” the poet takes the reader through the messy, chaotic experience of being trapped in one’s own thoughts—where memories don’t just resurface, but become twisted, dissected, and judged. The poem revolves around the mental struggle of overthinking, of being unable to escape the weight of one’s own mind. The speaker isn’t simply recalling the past; they are stuck in a loop of revisiting, analyzing, and condemning their own thoughts. Each memory becomes a battleground, a place where the past is constantly questioned and critiqued, turning into a source of shame and self-recrimination. The speaker’s mind is overwhelmed by the tangled mess of their own thoughts, unable to find peace or clarity.

The structure of the poem reflects this mental confusion. The fragmented lines, interruptions, and repetitions mirror the speaker’s inability to string together coherent thoughts. The constant shift between “What I thought” and “What’s the coordinance?” shows how the speaker is stuck in a cycle of overthinking, where not only their memories but the very act of thinking itself becomes disjointed and unreliable. This kind of disorientation is central to the experience the poem captures—it’s not just that the speaker is struggling to locate themselves within their thoughts, but that their thoughts themselves are fractured and elusive. The repeated use of “Shame” amplifies this feeling, acting as a hammering reminder of self-judgment that the speaker can’t escape. It’s as if the speaker is locked in a mental loop, unable to let go of the negative thoughts and judgments they place on themselves.

What’s striking in the poem is the way judgment doesn’t just come from others—it comes from within. The speaker is at war with their own mind, constantly trying to make sense of their thoughts but only digging themselves deeper into confusion. Lines like “What’s the hypothesis” show that the speaker is attempting to approach their mental state rationally, almost scientifically, as if trying to distance themselves from the emotional chaos. But this rational approach only highlights the impossibility of escaping the mental fog. The mention of “coordinance,” a term usually associated with order and direction, shows the speaker’s desperate need for a way to navigate through their own mind. Yet, despite all this searching, the answer remains elusive. The poem ends as it began, with the speaker still lost, unable to find the mental clarity they so desperately seek.

The sense of being trapped within their own judgment is also evident in the language the speaker uses. Terms like “dirty names,” “kink,” and “scum” show how the speaker feels disgusted by their own thoughts. They’re not just struggling with their past actions but with the very nature of their thoughts, rejecting them as something inherently wrong. There’s an internal battle here—not just between the past and present, but between the speaker’s sense of self and the shame they carry. “Who have I become?” expresses the confusion and loss of identity that comes from constantly dissecting oneself. The speaker doesn’t just regret past mistakes—they regret the thoughts that led to those mistakes, and they cannot separate themselves from the judgment of those thoughts.

The poem doesn’t offer any easy answers. It doesn’t provide a way out of the maze of thoughts that the speaker is trapped in. Instead, it invites the reader into the same disorienting space, where clarity is just out of reach, and every attempt to understand or make sense of things only adds to the confusion. The struggle is raw, unrelenting, and uncomfortable, but it’s also deeply human. It’s about living in a mind that constantly judges itself, where every thought and memory is scrutinized to the point of self-loathing.

At its core, “Mangled” captures the inner turmoil of trying to reconcile one’s thoughts with one’s sense of self. The speaker is caught in a cycle of judgment, unable to escape the mental chaos that clouds their perception. There’s no easy way out, and that’s what makes the poem so effective—it doesn’t offer comfort or resolution. Instead, it pulls the reader into the raw, messy, uncomfortable reality of living with a mind that refuses to stop questioning, analyzing, and criticizing itself. The poem is a reflection of the struggle that many of us face, trying to make sense of our thoughts and memories without getting lost in the judgment we place on them.

Mangled ~Poetry

Translucent memories

Stained by the wrought

Mangled by

The thought

What I thought

About the thoughts

To taunt my brain

Memories untamed

No human should have this kind of sprain in their brain

Shame!

Shame!!

Shame!!!

‘Cause sensations knows my name from past games

Mind calling self all kinds of dirty names

Wrapped in kink

Scum and cum

Who have I become

I’ve dozed into this trap

It’s a sadistic handicap

Please wake me from this memory gap

What’s the coordinance?

I’m trying to find my way back to consciousness

What’s the hypothesis

~~~

Mangled by the thought

What I thought about the thoughts

What’s your coordinance?

[cybereucharist]

A long one. Don't know how I feel about it just yet.

[nicholaskyleedwards]