once the memories start coming back they begin to really flood our consciousness when all we ever wanted to do was to be rid of them. however it is always inevitable they return especially if we dredge them up ourselves. nice use of imagery and symbolism.
it's good to let it out,but try not to build a shell to protect you from life's pain,or you may forget what it feels like to live or love...completely...personal exp/here.
they don't call me LonelySoul for nothing
once the memories start coming back they begin to really flood our consciousness when all we ever wanted to do was to be rid of them. however it is always inevitable they return especially if we dredge them up ourselves. nice use of imagery and symbolism.
Sharps lead to haunting memories, that lead black and white imagery of the passing of time to the cone of a vortex shaped like the finger of the Grim Reaper. The details of a dream it would seem, rather a waking nightmare within the confines of an apartment one unfortunate afternoon. And what would cause one to dedge up that nightmare, to relive it as memory? The memories themselves call out, as if embodied complete with vocal cords... the shear reality of the nightmare never goes away.
Who would know of this, realize it, embrace it, and wrestle it to the ground, were it not for such poetry? Thanks so much for the insight. :)
you have an epic way of describing the scenery that takes the moment and holds it, like time. You take the reader to another place and time,
and the emotion is perfect, you have talent :)
First off I'm on here to post my writing to have an outlet for my emotions. You will find a variety of poems. If you like take a moment and stroll through this poets mind.
Secondly be kind to each .. more..