Your face

I walk each second
in the sidewalk,
the beat of my heart
just waiting to
see your face that
makes me calm as the
ocean.

I am the flow water going up
and down surrounded by pieces
of paper with no words. Looking
inside the paper i see nothing
except my face that is filled
with images of your face.

The memories in the blank paper
are gone as each second of the
water takes it away.

Hello Bloggers

Hello Creative Bloggers...
I won't be writing anymore post in here anymore.
You can chose to follow me at iftekhermamun.blogspot.com if you wish, to read all of my latest creation, whether it was part of a class project or just my own creativity.
So, bye.
Iffy

words

The memories
i had in my heart
or holding them in my hand
like a tiny piece of rose
that has made me fallen into
the floor. Looking at
my broken rose, scattered
everywhere what is that
i don't realize.
I can't say anything to anyone
or do anything except
say one simple word.
But what is a word to me?
I want things that can make me
alive in the world.
I never realize walking
i n your footsteps, following
you like a tiny black and white
shadow when i just realized
you were never real.
It was just a fake image
to seek into my world
but looking at these memories
like a tiny piece of ripped
paper with no words written.

No words written just a simple
paper trying to fly for you.My voice
is the answer, trying to fly in by a
soft wind.

Not be Found

*yes, i have started to write again, after a really long break from this. i realized, that if this is what keeps me at bay, then i really should now stop. so here is my latest creation... its short, but i will improve on it later on*
Shattered mirrors
Going through the phrases
Re-instating False hope
Searching through the broken glasses,
Bleeding arms, never stopping
Imagining what would have been
And what isn't...
Still searching, enduring the pain
Hoping the light at the end
Brings nothing but good news
Still searching, still hoping
What is my question?
what is my answer?
Where are you?
Where am I?
For once, I am lost
And without help,
I won't be found again...
to be never found again.

Failure

When you look at a clock
or a sky you hope the movement will go
faster or something exciting
will happe. But what if
the time stays still even
for one second
realizing you are sweating
with fear. As sitting
in the cold soften chair
your mind wanders off
and your mind can;t
stop stressing.
Your fingers tap in the desk
every second trying to
sneak attention or doing
something that can
help you alive.
Writing something
so fast or forgetting
the answers in a test
does that make you a failure?
Crying for no reason
because you failed
tests and exams, it
makes your fingers snap up
and rip down the test paper
into pieces. You realize
what will happen?
But you get from the seat
and keep on walking
into something that you are
not sure of. but why do you
do it?