Death should be though of as a rebirth since the soul is always carried on. I enjoyed your poem very much, I could feel your expression while reading it and I liked the lines:
I'd once thought there's a spark,
underneath my mask,
but there is nothing,
except the heart broken sound
Soul is round like a pearl , and the sorrowful stripes remind me of marble balls , I see this vision , them rolling under antique furniture . . . words find their way in some environment , and oh ! the sensations touch , tickle , tease . . . verbs fly in the horizon , hands pick something , and the eyes are like . . . sandy beaches , and a pearl in a shell
Memories are one gift from God that death cannot destroy..Bitter memories have rto be replaced by sweet ones or you die on the inside, believe me I know,,Valentine
You write with such a depth.. our persona.. who we are on the outside as opposed to the real self. As to your comment, just let your thoughts and feelings flow.. like this. You're doing better than fine...
This is quite an expressive piece of writing, quite emo but that's not a bad thing. I enjoy reading and writing about the darker aspects of human emotions. You should not shy away from writing in this manner, just don't dig too deep too soon.
Keep it natural.
The flow of the above is well paced and for someone as young as you this is a grand piece.
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Hello all, I'm Cynthia, 12 yrs old, from HK. With a big heart to writing, love poems and shor.. more..