From The Art Of Focusing

From The Art Of Focusing

A Poem by Crinkle°
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A necessity.

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Because of
A word that I recognize said by somebody else
An object that I touch which were used by you
A song that I hear listened together
The mention of your country seen in an advert
Anything,
The flashbacks come
Without any warning
And hurt
Make me sad
Or bring an anger
Cold and violent
You
I'm not free from you
And I have to focus my thoughts
Out of your memory

© 2010 Crinkle°


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"The flashbacks come
Without any warning
And hurt
Make me sad"
Beautifully written!

It's an amazingly spoken poem!

"I'm not free from you
And I have to focus my thoughts
Out of your memory"

Creative pictures of this sad, angry, and even violent relationship came up.
Which made me love it! Fantastic! :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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i have the same sad unfocused memories. and you illustrated so well how they sneak up on you. the reminders ! oh the reminders...
so hard to focus... under the weight of longing

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The past is hard to lose. The ghosts seem to like to re-appear when you don't want them anymore too. Nice work here.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

oh those f*cking ghosts...the same ones haunt me nightly...sometimes daily

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

in baby steps we leave the bloody footprints behind and one day find only our own sweet mud in the print~ stirring ~

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

your broken heart delivers excellent poetic advice

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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. it's too tough to do ... but you have my best wishes ... i still live in the mansion of melancholic memories ... i have endless conversations with them ... and they keep me awake all night long ... there's such longing in your writing ... i can almost sense the tangible dimension of your words ...

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"The flashbacks come
Without any warning
And hurt
Make me sad"
Beautifully written!

It's an amazingly spoken poem!

"I'm not free from you
And I have to focus my thoughts
Out of your memory"

Creative pictures of this sad, angry, and even violent relationship came up.
Which made me love it! Fantastic! :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Powerful!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Crinkle°
Crinkle°

Paris, France



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