September 16, 201114 yr Hey tipit user's i written this poem about a week ago on a bus on the way home,read if you want i just thought id post on here, you can have your opinions of it as you wishwell here it is... Rambling Of Me Time is just a phrase we pass through it, live in it see it as a miracle,see it as a death flower,people call it a healer when all it does is numb you,from what you really need and want, Along with time in mind i begin to realize why and how i became to become here time stood still for me once in my life, My moment frozen in time, as a rose never browned while its frozen,my heart never had time to heal and show's its scars on my cheeks,the tear rivers leaving behind a bitter salt, You can say time heals,you can say its easy to forget when your forgotten,you will never know how that person feels when your not themso don't try to guide when your blind.
September 17, 201114 yr It feels unfinished and it doesn't really feel like a poem, it's just too broken. However, I do like it a lot. Especially the meaning behind it and the use of metaphors.
September 22, 201114 yr Author It feels unfinished and it doesn't really feel like a poem, it's just too broken. However, I do like it a lot. Especially the meaning behind it and the use of metaphors.Thanks for taking your time and reading (: the brokenness in the poem is Supposed to be about the meaning aswell to it to give it a broken Structure same goes with it feeling unfinished let's face it no one ever really finishes everything Always gets caught short from what life frows at us but really thanks for reading have a great day Steve (:
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