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3.52 AVERAGE
3.52 AVERAGE
Oh good. Another book of instagram poetry. Miss me with that mess in 2019, thanks.
It’s not bad. It’s just...stale. I related to maybe three pages. Not my favorite.
It’s not bad. It’s just...stale. I related to maybe three pages. Not my favorite.
emotional
hopeful
inspiring
fast-paced
This is “Good Guy” poetry in tumblr form. Need proof? Check out this line from “don’t blame yourself” p. 225
“it’s time for men to step up/ or lose their women to men like me/ I can’t imagine my lady dealing with/ some of the bullshit I see”.
R. H. Sin IS the bullshit. This is just so disappointing and toxic. Please skip.
“it’s time for men to step up/ or lose their women to men like me/ I can’t imagine my lady dealing with/ some of the bullshit I see”.
R. H. Sin IS the bullshit. This is just so disappointing and toxic. Please skip.
lions.
they threw her into the lion’s den
and instead of feeling fearful
she tamed the beasts
—
i am
disappointed
really, the only thing
i liked about
this was that
there was less misplaced
line
breaks and maybe
even a poetic feel to
it but other
than that...
I've complained about this more than I should and that's how, more than often, R.H. Sin's poems are so fucking repetitive that it hurts. He writes quite a lot on the topic of heartache and the ugly sides of love, and that's a great topic to touch on and write about, but there's only so much a "they don't deserve you" or "you walked away but I lost nothing" written on every other page can do. It was enough for the first few collections, but it's getting tedious and it needs more than just that or it's just dry, basic poetry. This collection is where I reach my breaking point. I've managed to brush off the routine repetitions of the poems but now, I really just can't handle any of it. I'd like to see something new, not necessarily change, but something fresher than what I quoted.
I did like the bits of empowerment and self-love thrown in there. Heck, I was ecstatic to see that Sin used a few metaphors because his writing often lacks any sense of poeticness sometimes and even just that little thing alleviated the situation. Other than that, the rest was quite tiresome to read.
sweet lies.
bitter lies
taste sweet
when spoken from the lips
of the person you love
Honestly, there is better poetry than this to be read out there. The end.
If your soul just needs to be fed with healing words about how you are enough and how amazing of a woman you are, this is the book for you. If you just want to feel loved for being yourself, pick up any poem book written by r.h sin and you will find yourself in the pages and you will find your healing with his words.
lions.
they threw her into the lion’s den
and instead of feeling fearful
she tamed the beasts
—
i am
disappointed
really, the only thing
i liked about
this was that
there was less misplaced
line
breaks and maybe
even a poetic feel to
it but other
than that...
I've complained about this more than I should and that's how, more than often, R.H. Sin's poems are so fucking repetitive that it hurts. He writes quite a lot on the topic of heartache and the ugly sides of love, and that's a great topic to touch on and write about, but there's only so much a "they don't deserve you" or "you walked away but I lost nothing" written on every other page can do. It was enough for the first few collections, but it's getting tedious and it needs more than just that or it's just dry, basic poetry. This collection is where I reach my breaking point. I've managed to brush off the routine repetitions of the poems but now, I really just can't handle any of it. I'd like to see something new, not necessarily change, but something fresher than what I quoted.
I did like the bits of empowerment and self-love thrown in there. Heck, I was ecstatic to see that Sin used a few metaphors because his writing often lacks any sense of poeticness sometimes and even just that little thing alleviated the situation. Other than that, the rest was quite tiresome to read.
sweet lies.
bitter lies
taste sweet
when spoken from the lips
of the person you love
relaxing
slow-paced
called me out like almost every single page but all the poems were so beautifully written