Packaged Away

Packaged Away

A Poem by Tasha
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Pushed aside and not being able to express yourself.

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Packed together closely,
No room to breathe
No way for me to become my own
Thrown in with the rest
Together we are packed away,
With no room left to let
Our personalities shine through
Squeezed together to get as much
In as we can
Packed away with no sense of
Identity,
No purpose,
Stacked in a storage closet
Locked away from the world

© 2011 Tasha


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 Tasha
Thanks so much if you review.

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So often, it seems that we are packed away in a closet or lost in throgs of people. Suddenly, sometimes, a word, gesture, or a smile will come back to greet us; then, we know that we are very much alive. I loved your poem and I loved your thoughts. You are not "locked away from the world," because you are very much a part of it, adding all that you can to the beauty of it. This was a very well written and clearly understandable piece of writing; well executed and strong!

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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Your writings are often that thoughtful and considerate. I enjoy reading your writings so much. The title of this poem attracts my attention so much that I begin to read and found that I actually love the whole poem! Simple amazing, look foward to seeing your another masterpiece.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Enjoyed it so much...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I felt cramped, like I couldn't breathe too while reading this poem and I guess that's what makes your writing unique-it is easier to relate to.
Short poem, words well chosen-and it's great, keep writing.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I relate to this feeling in several ways. It is impossible to create with love and expression when you have "intruders" into your personal space. Things get shuffled, work, children and no time to create. We can try to squeeze in some time, but an artist can not create on demand, they need space. Very well written.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

that was really good. I appriciatate ur writing

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this was very interesting, i can see your point your trying to submit to us readers and i throughly enjoyed it!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I don't like to be packed away and silenced. Need to have open doors and free will for the children and the adults to know freedom and accomplish great things. The poem was direct and I like the ending. The poem open the door to many questions. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

liked this very much well written, cud feel the emotions coming forth.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Yeah, I really do feel packed away myself, maybe by my own doing or by a divine will. Its a good poem, but you would've emphasized the packing with more description, or maybe you wanted to keep it short, but anyway, its good.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

short and meaningful...nicely done:D

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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