First..this thing is untitled. i have no idea what to give it still. Any suggestions would be awesome..plus..i'll rate your essay and comment on it too in return for a title..Be easy on me. Im not really good in expressing words especially in poetry.
Just trying to turn back the hands of time
Back to the time where i knew my place
I am confused
I am scared
Afraid of looking too deep or just becoming exasperate
Suddenly life is one big TV show
The build up of tension
The paranoia
The feeling of isolation
The aching silence that penetrates even the smallest of heart
Nobody says anything
And it just kills each of us
Away.
Flung and flush the value of something precious
Something i care a lot about
I cared most about.
I keep hoping someone would tell me,
Wake me
Or just plain kill me
Friends are my weakness,my crave and my comfort.
Friends cast in first season. Front: Cox, Aniston....
The Greenwich Village building seen in TV series F...
FriendsTake that away and i have lost my meaning to
What i am.
It is a flaw i'll never rid of.
Someone crack that impenetrable wall
Just a crack that finally envloped the whole being
Crashing it to rubbles.
My darkest nights
My deepest worries
My worst fears
They all seem to have melt away.
The truth came obvious
Something was wrong,
But i felt cured.
My patience though grew thin with each passing day
Wondering how to survive the shock that came my way
My doubts was erased
My conscience turns clear
Yet amidst this peace
It is not the way it used to be
Bruises and cuts had fade away
But the pain remains the same and the
Memories of it slash my heart like the scar
It left behind.
Memories
I enjoyed reading your poem. You may be overly modest when you say that you're not really good in expressing words, especially in poetry. I found that your poem expressed well some feelings which plague us all from time to time. One of the hardest things to do in moving on is to deal with memories which just do not want to fade. There are plenty of self-help books which teach various techniques for forgetting, but I've concluded that memories, even painful ones, can be important. We can learn from even the most painful of experiences and memories serve to keep those lessons alive, despite the heartache. Because good poetry is the ultimate in economy of language, I prefer one word titles and would simply name your poem "Memories."
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