Collect

Collect

A Poem by Maan
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This is easy at times but sometimes it just gets hard, and I guess when it does its my will.

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Collecting every piece that I ever lost,
its not as it is suppose to be,
I am quiet and numb,
walking and collecting pieces

Collecting every lie I ever bought,
its foolish to believe,
I am vulnerable and numb
sympathized and tortured

Collecting every part of my love,
ever cried and begged to show,
that it means more than just few fake words,
sobbed and soaked to their reality

Collecting every tear that I saw falling
for beautiful and joyful sins
most delicious efforts of my soul
clearly and obviously categorized

Collecting the silence and screams,
the sins with innocence,
the tears and sighs,
and the fake smile that kept me alive

Collecting those lost days,
those pure mornings,
those unknown evenings,
and the bloody nights

I am collecting myself
I am collecting my soul
I am collecting everything
because I am collecting everything.

© 2013 Maan


Author's Note

Maan
- and sometimes it is simply impossible to find out the reason why my mind goes back to every failure of my life and that 'going back' is so strong that everything begins to suffocate. Instead of fighting that unknown strength, I have begin to let it happen now every time. Just go back, collect everything, feed whatever whoever wants and sleep at night with peace, I don't know but I pretend that its peace. And I really like to keep it that way.

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"Collecting the silence and screams,
the sins with innocence,
the tears and sighs,
and the fake smile that kept me alive"

its quite relatable!
another amazing write.
keep it up.


Posted 3 Years Ago


Collecting every tear that I saw falling
for beautiful and joyful sins
most delicious efforts of my soul
clearly and obviously categorized

Collecting the silence and screams,
the sins with innocence,
the tears and sighs,
and the fake smile that kept me alive

Collecting those lost days,
those pure mornings,
those unknown evenings,
and the bloody nights
these lines feels so natural !!! you really are talented !!!!
100 points !!!! keep it up


Posted 4 Years Ago


"Collecting the silence and screams,
the sins with innocence,
the tears and sighs,
and the fake smile that kept me alive"
This stanza is my favorite in this poem and I can relate to it so well!
Your ending throws me off here, and I would drop the last line--just my thoughts.

Posted 6 Years Ago


This was a very dark, thought provoking peace. It takes me back to when I too have let my walls succumb to all the mistakes I've made in my life. You conveyed that with the grace of a poet. Well done

"Collecting the silence and screams,
the sins with innocence,
the tears and sighs,
and the fake smile that kept me alive"

Definitely that stanza that resonated most with me!

Posted 6 Years Ago


Looks to me your contemplating to much and making lucid driven decisions. Im not one to give good reviews but keep up the work.

everyone is someones savior.

Posted 6 Years Ago


a sharing vessel, you collect to share to spread the knowledge of "Dew" reflecting on your web so pure in the morning light .

Posted 6 Years Ago


Back deep, in a poet's mind, there is a time for collecting, as sure as we write about the persons, placesd, and events that capture our experience. Your emphasis on collecting almost gives the word a "diplomatic" meaning in our lives, trying to make sense of a much larger whole. I enjoyed the raw emotional message, and the overall impact of your words. Great poem!

Posted 6 Years Ago


Collecting it all and categorizing it. Maybe it helps to line it all up and examine it, but then I'd let it go, otherwise it may crush you We must learn to let go, if we are going to hold on to anything, make it the good times, good thoughts, good people. Life's to short for misery. Lose it as soon as you can.

Posted 6 Years Ago


I myself am very self-critical and collect the not so pretty pieces of my life often, putting them in a jar that I can never get out of my head...

Great concept, very insightful, and wonderfully penned. :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


You mixed up quiet and quite, in the first stanza I think. Using the word numb again isn't as strong as when you used it in the first stanza, try to find a synonym for it. Collecting everything, because you are collecting everything? That confused me, but the rest of it was amazing! I really liked it, and reusing the word collecting really put just the right touch of emphasis on it. :) Great job!

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Maan
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Karachi, Sindh, Pakistan



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