Truth Untold
Analysis of Form and Technique
My pain and misery fall from the sky
So hard I try to ignore it, but it still gets by.
Surrounded with memories of what could have been,
The hatred screams under my skin.
Analysis of Form and Technique
My pain and misery fall from the sky
So hard I try to ignore it, but it still gets by.
Surrounded with memories of what could have been,
The hatred screams under my skin.
I could relate perfectly to every line and the heart of the author. What astonished me is the fact that when you pour your heart into a poem, you have still not let it out. The circumstances...
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I'm living under a shadow,
No shape, no sound, no time.
A black and white silent film
That haunts a troubled mind.
Unseen, unheard, my voiceless cries
I tell you I'm fine through honeyed lies
You smile and nod, just what you wanted to hear
You don't really care, that much is clear
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From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
This poem has always had a special place in my heart. I get to connect with it; my childhood is different from others, so most things in my life that I got to love I most definitely have come...
I'm hurt all the time.
I don't want to cry for the way I feel inside.
I just want someone to hold me.
I'm alone in the dark; please try to find me.
I have never felt loved, and I feel like it will never get better. I just want to feel wanted. I always told myself I would not be the kind of teenager to sit on my bedroom floor silently...
Look into my eyes.
Tell me what you see.
It won't be happy.
It won't be pretty.
I'm Keke, and I'm 18 years old. I feel empty and selfish. Empty because nobody cares about me. Selfish because the ones that do aren’t enough. I love my friends, but they just don't fill me...
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As a child, I recall, I used to think the coolest thing to be,
truly nothing could be more fun than invisibility.
I could sneak up on my sisters and scare them if I chose.
I often walk in early morn
engrossed in time's once new.
with thoughts and dreams of things long past,
the carefree days of youth.
My heart is but an island
Inside this castaway.
Surrounded by the ocean blue,
I hope to sail someday.
You only see
What you want to see,
Letting other things pass you blindly.
I am girl from a very small town in Uttarakhand. I belong to a middle class family. I belong to a family and a society around with an orthodox thinking about girls. It is somehow okay with...