another new peom
The Loudest Things
The loudest things aren’t the memories
We choose to remember, but the times
We try to forget. These places inside
We’ve so perfectly swept,
That felt fixed from a distance,
But when our paths cross
With the disappeared,
A scream in your head builds
Mad about the forgetting
You’ve done over the pieces
Alive, but locked in that dark
Cerebral closet of the mind,
Looking for a way out.
And that’s why you stay
Far from places like these
And turn the music of memories
Way down in your head.
-Brandon Isaak
The loudest things aren’t the memories
We choose to remember, but the times
We try to forget. These places inside
We’ve so perfectly swept,
That felt fixed from a distance,
But when our paths cross
With the disappeared,
A scream in your head builds
Mad about the forgetting
You’ve done over the pieces
Alive, but locked in that dark
Cerebral closet of the mind,
Looking for a way out.
And that’s why you stay
Far from places like these
And turn the music of memories
Way down in your head.
-Brandon Isaak