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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There is the strange area, you know Where all of us go to learn an' grow
Oh drifting into it with an open eye We try to absorb every distorted lie
To see through all the charm masks Securing false images in glass flasks
Places where we dance every night Hidin' hearts in blinding neon light
Drownin' ourselves in ringin' beats Buryin' destruction in white sheets
In these crowds, we enjoy solitudes Try to put up with shelled attitudes
'N' masks fall off each broken heart To reveal shards and a wrecked art
Which has not a very strange name It's called love, it takes every blame
Of shattering wild souls into pieces 'N' molding them into masterpieces
Once embraced this area so strange It'll help you to derange an' arrange
All the shards of your heart an' soul So stay in the border, play your role
For you are the product of a society That doesn't care about our anxiety
All it does is set standards an' codes Then you wander into them hordes
In search of an invisible 'perfection' Wastin' your time, its every section
But have you ever felt need to see? Perfection is all about settin' souls.. . . . free
Author's Note
I wrote this poem 9 hours ago but I didn't update it because the image was not attaching to the poem. I've tried so many times and now, I thought that the poem matters and not the image. Sorry for such a long delay, lovelies. :')♥♡
