jueves, 5 de marzo de 2015

Format Memory (version 2.0)

Forgotten

Like old leftovers, rotten.

Only the smell, is able to tell where you are.

But if you spread too far,

You will be… forgotten.

Deep and in thought, you’ve fought the thought

And gotten caught

In a slide that only ends

If you accept

That your life bends

Into calamity,

Breaks into insanity

And offers a remedy,

That you do not comprehend.

That you do not take,

But you kept.

You expect to kill the curse,

that blinds your view

With a mess inside your purse,

You use force

and go off course.

Crashed into a tree.

You could start anew.

If you could only see

Through different eyes,

Another sea,

With opened skies.

But here lies

The body of a man

That extends his hand

Reaching for a remedy,

That he will never take,

And because it’s too late,

He will be … forgotten.





Read while listening to this: Memento- Dos Brains

7 comentarios:

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  2. Wow, I have no idea why but I really liked that poem. Those last seven lines really made an impact in me. I guess you should keep up the good work!

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  3. Wow, I have no idea why but I really liked that poem. Those last seven lines really made an impact in me. I guess you should keep up the good work!

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  4. I see, a rotten tomato, spread over my kitchen floor. Then I see a tomato spread over a highway. There is a red line that spreads to as much as a tomato could be grinded into nothing. It’s about a mile long. There is no smell although you see the tomato and you can feel it.
    After lines one through six, I lose the feeling of the poem. I see a desperate man, trying to get over a tempting obstacle. Then, because he gave in, he crashes into a tree. This person might survive, and it could be traumatizing; he might change in some way. If he doesn’t survive, he dies; forgotten.
    This poem conveys the image of a man who suffers, and is forgotten by society. Being forgotten leads to his demise.  
    I can't shake this metaphor off; I get the feeling that you have a needle piercing your skin, and it has blocked a channel that leads to growing with your thoughts.

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  5. Your poem is beautiful, powerful and really deep. I would love to read more of your work. Thanks for sharing this meaningful poem, I bet it was not easy for you to do.

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  6. Powerfull poem! Those last lines were the "icing on the cake." Keep up the good work!

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  7. Hello Angel! As I've said before I genuinely loved this poem. Those last couple lines truly sum up the poem beautifully. Hope to see more of your works!
    ~~~Paula

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