It was heartache in a black and white world,
Looking into the bleak landscape,
It was all out of control.
Compartmentalising life’s tolls,
Till every turn you make,
You’d hit a brick wall.
Surveying the damage in your heart,
You could see the compartments were falling apart.
Leaking and mixing,
Were memories, feelings and doubts.
Intertwining to form monstrous creatures of the night,
Of nightmares and horrors that you could not fight.
Chaos reined the hearts realm,
Conflicting emotions,
Paths either broken or
Have completely disappeared.
Not knowing which way to chose,
Not knowing which way,
Will leave you black and bruised.
It was heartache in a black and white world,
Nothing would ever be the same,
Everything was just swirled.
Author notes
This might not make sense; the subject cannot be very easily defined. This is a sort of explanation, that someone can still feel pain, sadness, and heartache even if they try to see things simply, clearly, like a black and white world. However way you view the world, emotions can’t be blocked. If somehow you have managed this I am intrigued.
Thanks for reading.
Starlock
Written August 8th, 2006
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deep
deep
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Moving
This moved me as i can relate. As i read i saw my own life unfold. -
I really like your style of poetry..I like the meaning of things..sort of reminds me of a friend of mine and how she makes sure everyones happy to bottle up her own feelings and pain but she deals with it because she says its easier..simpler..i like the word choice and imagery you use..good piece..x
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wonderful
Very Well written..i have to say this..i try to not read the person's author page at first, because i like to determine who they are without them explaining themselves...and i can say i didn't think you were so young, because of the way you write....using the word "compartmentalising...is not a word that you'd find a 15 year old using....u r very smart....keep it up!
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very nice
"Nothing would ever be the same,
Everything was just swirled. "
Well Siad Miss Bronte...But what about the memories...momeries never change..ever remain the same no metter if you like or dont like ...every journey gives us so many wonderful memories...and we cycle and recycle them and we love them to be as they are...the Golden sweet memories.
this is a very nice poem.
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Melancholy
The life is a mystery and a thinking mind will always come across such situations where every path will be full of troubles and as long as one lives he will be having such unfavorable circumstances...the tragedy iz that nothing is certain in this world...only one thing is certain...death...you have very beautifully portrayed your deep visual thoughts...this is a very deep and melancholy poem. -
Very good imagery in this, there were some awesome lines. Sadly, nothing's black and white anymore.
Simpatia
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Realistic
Hi
I must say a unique perception you've portrayed here, indeed its true whichever way u construe things emotions n feelings cannot be isolated.It's a good read, beautifully expressed with good flow and rythm. Juz loved the way your poem proceeds.......
Take Care
Neha
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