Highest Achievement - #7 in poetry [Oct 3, 2016]
~Nostalgia~
It's delicate, but potent.
The pain from an old wound.
A twinge in your heart..
Far more powerful than memory alone
A feeling of a place
Where we...
Ache
To
Go
Again.
-My thoughts. My word...
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I look down at this blank white page Oh echoin' hollowness, it can encage
They trouble me, these straight lines Remindin' me of those monitor signs
Back at hospital, on that dark screen They pierce my soul, sharp and lean
Unstoppable, they brought last beep And all I could do was cry and weep
How I entreated them to swiftly rise But they flowed so linear, all precise
They snatched you forever from me On a bad day when you ceased to be
Now clearin' my tears, I glance down In rows of alphabets, I tardily drown
My pupils turn so diluted in surprise As wisdom seeps in 'n' atlast I realise
That I've sucked life from your death To pour in blank page, a lively breath
Author's Note
I've had this theory for years now. Whenever I see a blank page, it reminds me of the straight lines that appear on the monitor screen when someone dies. A blank page is dead. But then..when we write upon it, our words appear on it like the lines that rise and fall on the monitor screen to represent heartbeat. In short, a writer pours life in a page. I hope you understand this metaphor. It's kind of...weird. :3
And I hope you understand and like this poem as well. :')♥♡ I wrote it 15 hours ago but couldn't update it 'cause....I was..umm..sleepin'. :P Sorrie. ^-^♥♡
