There was a box under my memory
where I banished my troublesome thoughts.
Somehow being with you pried open the lock,
and the recollections ran out like freed lab mice.
Once liberated, repression became impossible,
and I'll have to learn to cope
or let the ideas cripple me.
Another nice one, you probably have the most poems posted aside from the greatest poems in here, you're really on the ball. This is a fine example as to why you will probably always be better than me, this poem is a bit brief, but it says enough to let me know I have no chance in competing for the best of the best in here. Fantastic piece.
I like everything in the poem except the simile with the mice. It's just a personal thing because to me lab mice symbolize innocense. They are always white. And they get destroyed in the name of man. Perhaps if the simile was to some kind of insect I would get a more loathsome feel for your escaping recollections. I guess I know a lot of women, my wife would be one, who couldn't think of anything more loathsome than a mouse running loose though!
i like this a box under your memories love how you used that...the last two lines even though they are sad are my favorite. i personally like the mice simile..very orignal..describes perfectly what your trying to say..your ideas are always fresh and i love that..smiles ange
Uhhh, amy I don't like this one... It just seems a bit too... deflated almost, to resigned. the lab mice is just freaky.. and it feels like you might be grasping at anything you can to describe this particular kind of helplessness...
i like the image of a box under your memories... i guess everyone has one of them...where you shove the things that you dont want to even think of as memories let along share with anyone... this is a very sad poem. mice will eat anything... even happiness. lets pray that doesnt happen for you. best wishes. hope ya getting a bit of sleep lately...