When a coward cannot face his fears,
cannot prove he's not made of tears;
when there's nothing for which he can fight,
when he'd lost his hearing, given up his sight..
None will judge him here in the dark
where even the insignificant can make their mark.
Only the forgotten can be found here;
a safehouse from prying eyes and ears.
Alone in the silence by himself
is painful heaven, his beautiful hell.
If whether to save him was your call
would you grab hold of his hand.. or watch him fall?
lolll one or two people might actually remember this poem from approximately 2 years ago?
ehhhh... why did i ever think i could write?? TT"
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Secret!!!GRAB MY HAND!!!...lol
ReplyDelete寫得真好~
Heh. So goodly written.
ReplyDeleteBut the one you were writing before would probably have been better~ I'm just saying. =P
Hey, I stalked your blog from Kendra's follower list. This poem reminds me of ones I used to write, specifically because I was under this impression that they had to rhyme, and then the meaning came second - it had to flow first! :P
ReplyDeleteI think it communicates its message clearly enough - it doesn't have to be all mysterious and metaphorical :P Does it have a title? Or is it affectionately called "I found an old notebook..."?
~ Cris
^poems do have to rhyme...
ReplyDeleteCould possibly fill an entire blog with poems. The ones scattered through old books, notes, scraps of paper....would be fun to find and catalog.
They'll seem incomplete, inadequete, laughable... Organizing them by date/period will be tedious and you'll start seeing repetition and patterns through your work that will annoy you.
When you finish archiving, step back and look at the bigger picture.. you'll see how far you've come, how much you've grown.
How much things have changed for someone who once wanted to capture the world in a polaroid.
or cbf.
good poem =)
I like that archiving idea.
ReplyDeleteBut no they don't have to rhyme. No rhyming can mean freedom. :)
Freedom sucks~ =P
ReplyDeleteBeing able to express all that we feel while being constricted within the lines of rhyme just makes it that much more interesting~
... having to think what words I must use
... having to tell a story using limited options
===> Just so fun =)
A picture can paint a thousand words
But a poem can say a million pictures.
(some paradox~)
Hahaha :P Yep. I do agree it's quite fun trying to make it rhyme. But it doesn't have to.
ReplyDeleteLanguage is a limitation in itself :) rhyme is another layer of limitation, or perhaps just a more focused/specific path to saying something.
Did you make up that paradox? :P
I guess you're right. Language is a barrier in itself~
ReplyDeleteMaybe I'm just a huge fan of rhyme too =D
Yeah~
The paradox just came to me =)
Nice :)
ReplyDeleteI like rhyme too. Different type of freedom.
So is the freedom of being anonymous :P