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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How many stories have faded In these corners of our hearts Or gone away with the breeze As fallen leaves, our lost parts
Some of 'em have rolled down Our eyes as tiny crystal pearls These silent, cursed creatures Gettin' lost in fate's sad swirls
Some absorbed in soft pillows Dried up by the next morning Some always stuck in Autumn And never making it to Spring
Often scribbled in cute diaries An' hidden in quiet wardrobes Or rolled down our wet bodies To be soaked up by bathrobes
Oh written on crumpled paper Eaten up by the corner dustbin Or arriving with a lost traveler To be forgotten at a closed inn
Often evaporating into thin air From window panes after rain Or mixed in that metallic taste Of blood after bitin' lip in pain
Sneaking into forbidden kisses Stolen in the darkness of night And left trapped in love letters Unopened, never again in sight
Choked by the codes of society Oh strangled by cord of hatred Or taken by Earth during wars In soldiers' blood, crimson red
Some tappin' away at the door In the middle of this afternoon Or riding the wind at the night Across soft clouds to the moon
Do you see them floating away With high tide on the seawaves Or, as ever, they're goin' to end Echoing in the hollow graves..?
Author's Note
Stories do get lost like that. Yes. Stories that can reach us and change our lives for better end up dying in hearts of souls who are snubbed by the cruel codes of the society. The fear of getting hatred kills these stories before they're even born. So if you ever come across a story that could change someone's life for good but is failing to do so because it lacks a voice, give it a voice. Don't let it die. Help the people around you. We all need to make out of this together. Don't let anyone stay behind just because they didn't have a story to save them. Allow freedom of speech. Spread stories. ❤
I could have kept writing this poem and it could have been much longer because there is no limit to how stories die in our society but I'm so sleepy that I can barely keep my eyes open. Wrote this poem in a trance. Did you like it? P.S if you've noticed, it's very Hazel like because it's rhyming. Hehe. =)
