Memory
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I sold my life to you
I let you be responsible for my actions
I trusted you
With my whole life
And you took advantage
You hurt me
Getting hurt by you
Was like being hit with a ton of bricks
star-spangled sky, and the night breeze whispers words of goodbye. the scent of verbena brings back all the memories of us under the ivory moon.
Out of the blue, the midnight wind begins to blow, unfamiliar croons awaken my cold senses, and a misty memory swiftly starts to flow, reaching the dark depths of my clandestine loneliness.
"Baby, I won't diev
for you but I'd
live for you,
and to be
with you
forever, and
till eternal.
I just wanna
live for you
and to live the
rest of my
live with you
Gently touch her, gently care,For the day may come — swiftly whenThat endless cruel knockingon doors bolted from the insideDies down and turns intogray silence.
My mind is a Kaleidoscope of memories that I wish I could burn
But some moments are fireproof
And maybe it helps to see the world through rainbow glasses
Or maybe it’s a curse
And maybe I loved you
Did you know there is no word in the English language,
or any other language as far as I know of,
for a memory that you’ve forgotten
A forgotten memory is the only way I can describe
Dear friend,
I know it has been two years now since you left.
I know I’ve had two years to let go, or move on, or to heal.
But the truth it’s that some scars are uglier than the wounds.
Time has passed,
Glass has shattered,
Flowers have wilted,
And water has spilled.
Pick up the broken pieces ; wipe the floor,
Don't dwell on your regrets of its breaking,
It has been 20 years since the towers fell. Two decades to mourn
Two decades to heal,
But the scars run just as deep as they did twenty years prior.
Just as deep as the wounds that bleed into our streets
You and I are what's left of the Big Bang
All else has been smashed together again
Mixed and abhorred until it no longer resembles the
Stardust from which it was made
But you, you, you, you
I look up in that wooden ceiling, as
My lungs are crawling through the deadly trenches.
A maid puts the medicine on the dresser.
My body too weak to move,
You will never stop burning holes through my heart when I am alone and I am weak
Burning holes through my lip when I can't speak of you
Through my palms when I hold the hand of another
I learned through tragedy, a way in which the external world can reach it's greedy hand out and take away stored happiness
I am and have been loveless and lawless and jaded and frankly, indifferent
VALE OF TEARS
Imagination,
Briskly; my heart
left me
wandering,
pondering wh't
I wondering,
roaming for,
Searching fortune
in vain.
fragments of neon lights blur
through the cold, foggy window
Here Lies Sleepy— dancing between
a swaying car and a dreamed up world
wrapped up in soft shadows
Nothang
can we
wish you order
than
saying.
Long Live
Femi Otedola
Abundance
health to
gladden your
heart.
May thee
boat always
floating
unstoppably.
Slowly they slip between the empty space Always in a haste leaving no trace Thats how quick my memories fade, Trying to recall my recent thought Just to find my self stuck in the dark It's at the tip of my tounge but I don't remember the name I tr
It was 1966-
then,
so I can only imagine
and invent their words
myself
because I was only
three,
and still ignorant
of politics.
Though now I understand
I miss those daysBeing sun-kissedGoing to that coffee shopWhere I find that old manEvery morningSaying "good morning "And asking how am II get a hot cup of coffeeAnd a morning smile
When the windeth blows, it's ev'r so cold
But nev'r as such within mine soul
F'r thoust claim'd I'm dark withineth
But I hast not commit'd sineth
Shall clouds rolleth in, I dear proclaim
The sun came out for a moment today and, while I am fully aware that November has hardly begun, I couldn’t help but picture ice dripping on a late-April afternoon.
Snap-crackle-and-pop
go the synapses in my brain.
Snap-crackle-pop
Snap-crackle... pop?
Uhmm... Jaysus,
sorry. I forgot what I was saying.
It's this long term memory
When the crimson curtain closes and the lights have dimmed. All we take with us are memories. When the day fades to night and there’s a chill on your skin. All you hold close is your memory.
#Memories
I lost myself in words last night,
It could be a dream as i was high,
Some memories i was passing by,
revising some older highlight.
It was the last and quite possibly the most turbulent year of what had been a turbulent decade.
Laden with thoughts,
like ripened fruit
heavily hanging
upon bent boughs
memories weigh
and must somehow
attain release
from the tree
that is my mind.
Still and quiet
contemplating
that night felt like a memory.
one locked in the deepest corners of a mind
left to years of dust and deep-seated heartache.
it was a ripple, sent to announce some
And so, all is forgiven
in death.
And the decade that
has passed since
your passing
has diluted
my memories
of your gruffness.
We all mellow
with age.
I too, am
no longer as
Today won’t you hold him tightTell him he is not aloneTell him he is man enough, he is handsome, he is strong
Memories created are stored in the colors of sky and sea,
grass and kitchen counter.
Feelings of music and pain are stored in the apple-scented air and sweet breeze of the place I used to be.
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If I could change times arrows course,
I’d hastily retreat it many a face
To sail beyond your hearts remorse
In search of the pain each morn embraced.
The gun goes off
The sound of thunder rushing through my ears
Adrenaline running through my arms, hands then feet
Sour and sweet
Maid of the Yonder,
I call upon your brilliance of hope.
Eyes bright like the sparkles of the sea,
Lost in memory, stumped in desperation-
May this song appease the tears you hold.
Goodbye and thank you to the Ocean
Thank you for the memories
The nights of walking along the beach
The waves as they crashed at our feet
Thanks for the breeze blowing wind through our hair
It’s time to watch the fireworks
As they fill the sky with light
these small controlled explosions
That seem to split the night
They remind me of my childhood
and of patriotic dreams
Those days when we were children
Sometimes I reminisce
About if we could repeat them
And all the naps I’ve missed
The pillow fights the cookie mouse
And running in the breeze
You're slipping away
Your mind it is almost gone
Eyes clouded by confusion
Then you sing a song
your eyes brighten once more
The moments seem to be passing by your minds door
Once strong and leaned on,
Watching the light slowly fade from a person you love is like watching your favorite candle burn to the end of its wick.
i often go
to a place of escape.
not far away from,
my worries and stress.
but relief is but
a bridge away.
She is the light of my life.
Was, though now I remember all the
softness from her. Purity, which sickened like the
yellow skin spread over her in the end.
Sunshine always lit up the sky and
she was like watercolor.
no.
She was watercolor.
her bright red smile would slip through my fingers just as it came,
I don't want to sound pathetic, but lately,
I haven't been able to focus, and I cannot blame anyone but myself.
My hands weigh me to the floor, the snapping of a will,
I’m still lost,
Inside my head.
I’m still lost,
Within this dread.
I’m still lost,
Leave me alone,
I’m still lost,
I was given a gift by someone I truly loved,
A little green turtle,
Something I could put on my key ring.
She had one too,
And it made our love grow stronger,
My grandfather, in his simple way, informed me that he has dementia. Twice, today, he informed me that he has dementia and he is lucky. He forgot. And he forgets that he forgot.
Do you ever look at the stars and just leave home? Leave earth?
Because when I see those shining beauties dotted like white paint,
They take me to a universe without any distractions.
An interesting thing about stars,
The smell is something
that stays with you forever.
The smoke is long gone,
but it left a solemn promise.
That stays with you forever--
when you look at the ovens,
it leaves a solemn promise
Every time I close my eyes,
A star explodes inside my mind.
I see the ones I’ve lost,
They’ve all left,
At the highest cost.
This exploding star,
My secret sister, softly whisper now
to sweep away old memory and cry
a bouncing chubby babe on momma's lap
stay far away from florid dreams of lies
there is a photoof you and ihanging on my walllost in the clusterof my favorite memoriesa photo breaking my heartbut i cant take it downyou're still my favorite memorycollecting dust.
A tremble
Flick of the wrist and it is hidden
Deep seeded fear
Cropping up as a crippled beast
Broken child
Shaking slightly, hurt
Though it's been so long since the pain
Doll House
September 6, 2018 ~ Thursday
Winter in the heart
Blue as the sea
Off the windy coast of Maine
A little mermaid in waiting
Nana Abu, I miss you
My loving grandfather
Such a great honor,
for you to be my everything,
in the times I felt like puking.
You taugh me everything I know,
There grew a tree by my house of blue.
It was an impenetrable fortress,
That protected me from the harsh sun.
And yet,
Gave way to a gentle breeze.
"I always have half a mind to tear out things
and start again." (April 21, 2011, fifteen going on sixteen,
when I thought myself a scholar and a cut above
myself)
who wanted to reinvent herself
I remember your smile,
The way it would light up your face.
How your laugh would sound,
And sing throughout my body.
I remember your anger,
And how it would scare me.
The way you'd get sad
And if I don’t speak my truth I’ve learned that
eventually, the unspoken words will sting my chest.
like juice that went down the wrong pipe,
How will you do this?
Where is east?
Where is west?
The fist fits in the hand and the four corners touch only here.
the witch's finger, the little chef, the frying pan
You will leave me, we will part,
We will bid our last goodbyes.
There will be lonely nights,
And days of missing,
But not now.
Because right now I am here,
And you are here
In my arms.
Your mother is now gone
But, you can still hear her voice
She will always be there in spirit
To help you make the right choice
Remember those lessons that she taught you
And the times you all spent together
It’s easier
To say that
I substitute your lips
And your body heat
For marijuana and alcohol
But if we’re both being honest
Everything takes me back
Back to that moment
That moment when I mumbled
“I love you”
Every song I hear
Sparks a memory,
To my mother
I imagine that before my mother was a woman, she must have been a girl.
It's an odd thing, this imagining.
My mother was once an unfinished human,
Hey! I’ve realized that You are a Venn diagram, but You would never tell me that.
Hm.
U n t i l T h e T i m e
By: SeemsPoetic
O n e l i f e w e l i v e...
One life we grow...
And In the end...
Dear You,
I ask wholeheartedly,
If I were to die today,
Who might miss me?
No, not those in my immediate heart,
But what of those who knew my soul?
Where should I go,
Now that you've turned the corner?
I wasn't really paying attention to
Where I was going, just following
The breathing heart within your familiar jacket.
I'm so easy to lose, because
The times of great men are now past, because we are too much exposed now for the leaven of myth and legend to swallow up the horror of what we really are.
My mother,
a true Caco women,
a wingless butterfly
who flew to New York without her skin.
She who once stood under a flaming red tree
stepped back and let go of me.
She lost her father,
It is one moment that changes a life.
I don't care about landmarks;
This isn't what I speak of.
In my head, there are echoes of kindness,
Whispered softly but still heard.
I see him forget me
And all his loved ones
I see him forget
Yesterday, last week, last year
I feel the pain
When he can't remember my name
To know that
His memories are disappearing
Delicate blips spark a memory.
A swelling of silence; a swelling of impatience,
Followed by a combination of bird chirps and stones dropped in water.
It was slow,
The crunch of the metal,
The small throbbing glow,
It made my eyes start to settle.
Most were just screaming,
There is a veil over my eyes,One thick, and made of fog,Made of years of sighs,And risen from a malodorous bog,
In first grade, I was the bright girl with almond eyes,My eyes quite brown, even amber in the sunrise,
My skin always tan, bronze from summers of swimming,And the endless hiking,
People are cameras with infinite memory
I wish I could delete half of mine
I've seen too much and said way to little
And sometimes I wish I had remembered to turn off the screen
I should have hit pause
We met by the sea
In the billowing greens
By the hanging tree
Where a body was seen
Swaying in summer breezes;
In the tree by the sea
Too Fast
Time,
slipping away out of my buttery-like grasp,
escaping from my memory,
seeming uncapable to catch,
ticking further from reach.
They never lie when they say,
You are with me still
Though your body has turned to dust and reclaimed by earth,
Your ghost still lurks … right. Here.
Your scent lingers on the petals of every rose,
The story begins long ago,
A new world they called it,
Ready for civilization.
Like a diamond in the dark,
Its heart began to pump the blood
Of freedom.
Freedom from
And freedom to,
Cold, because the PGW worker disabled our gas. Too many late payments. The room only had one bed, but the room was occupied by four growing boys.
One quilt.
Four boys.
A loved one may have passed on
Never forget that she taught you how to be strong
She is still there as a guide
To help you carry on
You were always her precious jewel
She wanted you to give it your all
A simple touch,
stale
and darkly
remembered,
deep and dead
among empty
feelings.
In time,
would it light
a beginning?
I can still feel the heat of the sun on my skin
Still feel the memory of where it had been
As we both fell asleep
We both fell so fast
I looked up at you
And I prayed it would last
Inspired by the piece "Persistence of Memory" by Salvador Dalì
Unicorns have an eon long feud
with leprechauns –- a war of misconceptions.
Some believe that leprechauns are a miniscule threat.
I remember
All those years
I spent waiting for you.
I remember
Crying and begging
For you to come back.
I remember
How awful I felt
When I realized the truth.
I remember
The traveler stopped for restthe sky a silver hue,the sun setting in the westthe waters, a dark blue.
I know what it’s like to fall in love and this is not it
i used to have foggy glassesand titchy skin that wrinkled in all the right spotsand a burdensome nose and a wacky smile cocked to the side with thin lips
I wonder today Or is it tomorrow When I can somehow change Anything of the world Despite bringing joy or sorrow Is it possible for me To change the story I was told Affect someone's day Maybe become a memory in their life What if I can change the
Momma wrote
Years ago a sunlit chapel
First grade was ending
I was leaving
No recollection of the words
Only Momma choked on them
Sad
Tears
Momma never cries
First came love like a roaring fire,
Burning intensely with flames only getting higher.
The roses were bought out of a love so deep.
I stayed up all night missing precious sleep.
I am from fond memories made with him
from his smile that never leaves his face
I am from his tears
that form every night
for they cloud his eyes
from the thought of me
You are a disease
Infesting the corners of my mind
Rotting my perception of others
Lingering in the darkest places
I won't forget
I love you
You're precious to me
Your laughter moves me
We ran together
Like school kids
We laughed
I won't forget
I love you
You're precious
To be perish from existents
The memory will be held in morbid
As the day goes by it became like the widow of the window
Everyday gone by it felt like I was on fire
Burning my soul away, only to suffer
Empty pages that stare back,
So pure and clean,
Untainted with words,
And the markings of my imagination.
Was that not how I was before?
Ignorant, and in bliss
Not caring for the world.
The main character loves me, the smart side-kickThe thought is a balloon that continuously rises
Let's dance under the moonlight
Sing under the stars
Climb up the mountains
And make the world ours
Let's run under the ocean
Sitting here in shadowed sorrow
Not knowing the true pain of tomarrow
Unable to see another face
Being stuck here in this isolated place
No recognition to be found
Gustling of wind is the only sound
Life consists of many comings and goings
As materialistic beings we cherish our belongings
Belonging to me, truly, are just my memories
Today I sat at the pier
thinking about you and how much I
wished you were near
Today I sat at the pier
and thought about you
I sat there and watched the water
crash against the wood
I whisper your name
But the wind carries it away
You're just a memory
Blowing free
Across the landscape
To light where you may
Or dare
Wherever you land
It just won't be fair
I can guarantee
that when you see me
I will be
overthinking
It's a bit of a curse
the outcome can hurt
but I'd be lying to say
it didn't have its perks
Rakish reflections pass from an
Aging streetlight to grace your cheek;
The soft touch of that fragile golden glow
Compliments the green looking back at me
The smell of smoke is fast asleep
I've got a face caked in makeup,
and sweat pooling in my palms.
I make last second prop checkups,
and nerves have me forgetting verses from Psalms.
The curtain rises as the lights go up.
The world’s best computer
Here in my head,
Is all I need
Until I am dead.
The ability to reason
And think and decide,
If I should run
Or if I should hide.
What is left of the past,
When we walk down the streets,
The ones we lived upon,
And the seem to be an empty memory.
The faded pictures of people we knew,
An old recording of me and you.
It's the chick who used to sit on stairs of University High
Walked the halls at lunch time, searching for peace of mind
Because at home I didn't fit in, a real black She
When time passes by who will remeber?
Remeber the pain,
Rember the smiles and laughs,
The friendships fromed and broken.
Who will remember the fallen,
The ones who fought,
Who will rember the broke,
Time does not stop for anyone or anything
But when you are near me it seems to slow
Perfection is what you make everything
Your presence in my heart shall never go
The moments we spent together will last
She said she's sorry that she made him ashamed
To be vulnerable and open
Since she's been living that way
It was imparted on she, so to him she did the same
She never knew that the girl that she wanted to be
I reached out
And held on to the whispers
Of my past
With time prying away at my Soul
Afraid of letting go
And falling into her Grasp
Illuminated by the
infinite sublimity
Of the seemingly
half-real form
of this man’s body
weighing her down,
She sinks beneath
His solid shadow,
Memories are like a virus
The bad ones stay and plague me
Killing me one day at a time
They take hold of my soul and drain the life from it
I have many bad memories that blind my sight
I swallowed air into my lungs.
The time we ran away in violet skies.
When the sun rised and numbed our eyes.
The love for the sea I then realized.
It vanished deep within me.
i’ve wondered how you remember
me. do you remember me?
i’m grasping at strings that hold clouds.
wisps slip through. am i too loud?
whisper. gentle sounds make me
I see you on a sunny day
On a California beach
On the roasting sidewalks
As the sun peaks behind the clouds
I see your arctic smile
And your eyes follow your grin
Spinning around in excitement
Have you learned now?
Now that there are only memories of us together
Now that I don't look at you differently than other people, in fact I look at you the same as I would if I saw a stranger
So many things
That many people don't know
The enlightenment they seek
Is nothing more than whispers in the dark
A song that plays and speaks
citrus acidity bringing to mind breakfasts half eaten, coffee warm and dripping down the sides of my porcelain cup in moments of sleepy eyed awakening. orange juice pulp
Child,
I’m sorry for the cold
And the pictures in the snow
Your bright red cheeks were only reflections
of the season
Your tears ran down in the cold
I am the voice
In the back of your mind
Telling you to make a mental note
Of how your first sip of coffee tastes
The morning before your first day at a new job.
I am the friend
Men are seen often strength and dogmaticism that know no bounds
All men, however, are not always the same as each other
Some remain calm, cool, and collected
As I look all around me,
I think of everything happening
and weep; I thought I was free,
but it seems I am returning;
to the thing painful to be,
made of emotion constantly turning.
Giving a voice to our "History", "Leaders", "Legacy", "The Elderly" and "Advocacy"
The Widows Cry LoudCopyright © Vivid Memories September 18, 2015The Birthing Poet – Rebirth4Love Nlistic Souldier
The flowers were around me
Like pink tissue paper
Guarding a presant
From eager eyes.
But this presant wasn't nail polish,
Lip gloss or barbie dolls,
It wasn't mudpies,
Or beebee guns for guys.
Or maybe as a child
Riding my bike across the street
I never looked up to realize
Can you belive it?
It's almost over.
HIgh school as we know it will just be a memory,
A memory that will last us a lifetime.
Friends. Clubs. Teachers. Classes.
All just a memory.
Sandboxes
I remember when I was a kid,I found digging in the sand the best part of the park,It wasn’t the swings that made usgo so high that we felt like we could fly up into the sky.
Pondering
When the mind is free to wonder
But often chooses to fonder.
In corners where it should not be
Learning things one cannot see.
Where touch and feel fail,
As I stare outside the window today,
I see little children with a ball they play
Happily on the street together today.
As I stare outside the window,
I remember our time back then,
Where are we now?
Dedicated to a dear friend named Sandra Hong, whose life was tragically lost and taken away from us too soon in October 2013.
odd how i think ofYou in the spice aisleof the grocer near my homewhich sits empty,waiting forYour bodyto fill it with the smell of rosemary andsmoke. if only i had time
I look at us today,
Who we are,
Who we were,
And I remember
What was before,
How memories built us
Into who we are today.
How they will continue
Building us up,
Until we break,
I sing a song,
a song i sing,
sitting on a tire swing
Loving, living, breathing air
summer breeze blows in my hair
The birds disburse as notes fly away
Laughter echoes, as we sing all day
she stands alone
in the dark
dark closing in
as the tears fall
she feels pain
within
her heart aches
but she cant let go
the past a memory
her breaths thinner
and less
WE are an ocean
you the water
i the salt
WE are close as can be but im aware
one day the sun will shine
and you will evaporate into the heavens
LEAVING me behind.
Apologies for my doubts. I was never meant to be trusted.
Believe me, you looked a lot like a boomerang,
But there’s nothing worse than sitting alone on the seesaw all year.
A midsummers glow
Always reminds me
Of the love we once shared,
As beautiful as the sea,
As soft as a bear,
As kind as a mothers love,
As quick as the wind,
Truly, it's a lovely thing
Everything is obliterated, all but the silenced lonesome
My mind emerges from the deepest crevasses of my soul, my tears from grief
Ode to Arizona on a Hot Summer's DayWritten by Adam M. SnowOh sweltering is summer's day of bliss,
Oh you came to my house with a fire in your eyeI was 18 and you were 25But I couldn't love you even if I triedBecause you don't even know my nameBut I can't cry for her she didn't care
Fragments of memories come back in flashbacks as I lay in bed at night.
Pictures of happiness and hurt.
Joy and pain.
Love and loss.
The good and the bad.
On the way back where?-ward,
the tree's bark disfigured me out,
formed lips that mirrored my breath,
I wonder at what depth's do my words sink in
The Magic is gone, I said
As I looked up at the kingdom
Tiered like a cake with its blue and white frosting
I stood there, I stared
The magic no longer lived there
Pavement painted black
Will it be Instagrammed, 50 likes
buttons pressed to show approval
instapopularity, we can accept ourselves now
filtering out sincerity in acid blue
Will it be framed on the wall
There is a yard
And a great tall tree
Instructing what to draw and write
There is a fence of chain
Between the lilacs and me
There is a garden
That only grows dirt
Past is a flask
Once filled and drunk,
Now bare of its liquor
Only the scent lingers on
Our footsteps like a discord home
For dying leaves and infant blades
We trace them back to winter world
When wind was chance and chance was change
A single line converges here
you
One one thousand
Two one thousand
Three one thousand
You
Four one thousand
Five one thousand
Six one thousand
YOU
Sevenonethousand
looking back at the past
Before you past
I remember so little
I thought you were fit as a fiddle
I can't remember your smile
i haven't seen it in a wile
If only I could hear your voice
I hear you giggling, but I am uninvited
You cant imagine, how I feel whited out
Your eyes cuss me in disgust, bruised in unpleasantness, igniting my plight, like black kite feeding on my dialect and intellect.
I used to fall asleep, head brushing fur
to the gentle melody of your steady purr
And I can still remember exactly how it felt
warm and safe and comforted, my head on your pelt
Light flutters on my eyelids through the forest’s verdant lace.
My tiny body bouncing in cadence with Dad’s steps.
We arrive at a wooden hut and duck inside.
It’s damp, cool, dark.
Water tumbles over mossy rocks.
Dreams
Float up to me.
Whispers
Of what could have been.
Moonlight
Soaking a road
Song
Filling my ears...
Wishing
They could have been
Me.
As we stand back and watch,
Our chances slip away;
We think that there will always be
Another time, another day.
Though time has passed,
And days are gone,
And nothing is left,
Your memory lives on.
You haunt my dreams;
You changed my life;
You hide in my thoughts
Always present but out of sight.
You were like a gust of wind
That blew through my open heart.
Rushing inwards, out, and on;
You were here and you were gone.
Stranger is someone among us.
Silent with the thought of his
Hands around the little caged
Pulse. Once he soaked the wrought iron
With golden memories and charms.
He is intolerable.
Never Forgetting
Sheets of steel, behold with fear
Stand alone
Against all odds, so appear
In the shadows
A Past We Shared
We use to be exemplary
Our matters were trivial
Breaking so we were
Trust turned sour
A Friend of The Past
Once first
Now last
A kind you were
Ridiculous but settled
Remember When
A time of joy
Shared with care, compassion
You and I share a past
Long and last, yet so new
Shifting eyes, tight throat, hiding my face as I watch the class make fun of a girl for sharing her issues about PTSD
I remember
From many years ago
The talking shadows
I was but a babe
Lying in my crib
It's funny how we remember what we don't want to
While things worth remembering are easily forgotten
I try and forget, I really do
But those memories seem to be stuck like glue
I remember your hair, big and black and wonderful.
I remember your big brown eyes that looked at me so honestly.
I remember hugging you and breathing in your special wonderful smell,
OutsideThe entirety of my resolve runs with the river of tears thatTrickle, thenAfter a brief moment of suspenseBreak free, carvingCruel lines down my ravaged cheeks, a howling flood letLoose. My eyes are
Moments in time, captured and frozen forever.
Is that not what photographs are?
I know that when I sit down
And look at pictures,
I am thrust into that moment of time,
Living it over and over again.
My mind rolls back to that day.
Down in the south,
Where the air was warm
And when a breeze came,
It was like heaven on earth.
My thoughts echo words,
Dreams that track a vast ocean
Smooth as the face of a mirror
Is the Time I lost
The surface unbroken
My thoughts unspoken
Is the Time I lost
In memory of what never was
Here's a poem of my condolences
We were nothing and now we're dead
What we had lives only in memories in my heart in my soul, in my mind.What we had is gone,gone,echoed only in our shadows.Gone from the light
A Christmas tree puzzle
sits in pieces on the dirty-white carpet floor.
A little girl in a decorated blue sweater is looking out
her rain-drenched window to see
her slowly flooding street.
with a tragedy like this,
the heart can't find peace
the days pile on
and you try to move on
no one can understand why
you just have to comply
with a tragedy like this
a lot is amiss
Some days there are people and moments that you just really miss. My indententation for my poems don't work so you'll just have to read it in paragraph style. What is it that you really miss?
Hallelujah, hell, I’d known better
Ain’t no comin’ back once you get on
That train down to Memphis where
Your sister lives. Where your sister lives
And works, you say, isn’t a place but
Trying to bury the past. But it keeps coming back to life. It drains my energy. Lives off the many tears i cry. I try to shake it off but it isn't gonna happen. I thought i was done with it. Why does it keep reviving? No. Leave. Go away.
I have driven many miles with you in my passenger seat
Your blue eyes shimmering in the hot sunlight
My hand rests in yours
My eyes flicker to the edge of my pink rimmed Ray Bans,
to glance at the beautiful sight
Stop.
Listen.
I demand your attention.
Stop!
I command you to listen.
Listen...
Shh...
Hear their tears
Of joy,
Of fear,
Of hurt they've held for years and years.
Breathing hitch-hiking its way up
BPM increasing like its leading to a solo
But no words follow
How do you sing for sweet release
When fear coils like a snake in your gut
Fangs biting into your organs
Filled with rapture and glee,
You were chosen among several;
And now this is your departure from me,
You leaving was only inevitable.
The nature of your leave was filled with sadness.
You are my inspiration.Let these words hit you hard.Harder than any truth revealedin the lyrics that run through your head.I cared for you - that's as simple as it gets.I overcompensated for something
As I sat there thinking to myselfI felt it happen like needles in my eyes,Slowly fading and slipping awayI couldn't control it but it was going
Reality is distant as a dream/Images become harder to procure/Shattering reailty at the seams./When the old ones continue to endure,/Seeing the shadow of a missed smile,/Wishful thinking wasted on times long gone,/Easily lost like sun on a dial/Li
Sometimes I think, "What might've been...?"
And on these fancy flights is when
My brain will start to hurt and ache
As I recall each last mistake
And all the who's and when's and how
A memory drifts into the wind - each gust carrying it further and further away until it is only a spec in the distanceOnly by chance may it then be brought back to me - all left to the fate of the winds
You say, “Tell me you remember.”
But that would be a most grievous lie.
So I say nothing.
You say, “I don’t understand!”
But you could never be remembered.
We look up and see nothing but sky
Blue, Bright, Clear
The galaxy beyond is a dream within a dream
A world eclipsed in light
As we climb towards the edge of the overwhelming darkness
i know you could never love me
not with the way that i bring rain upon sunny days
and storms into my own eyes
i know you could never love me
when i refuse to even love myself
We come to learn the things, for which you have concerns;
We're here to seek the lives we dare not speak;
There is a thing called life, things that don't resolve around one night;
In death he had shrunk, like a woolen sweater in the wash
His lighthouse had been put out of commission
No longer bringing new thoughts safely to shore, to his lips, to his smile.
A slow, seeping pain enters my body,But I know too well that it was already there;Dormant, sleeping, then like a whisper,It shatters the silence, but its secret is only shared with me.
Rising up, a wispy blissembraces a lover's memoryof your unending spoken kissthat bestows on me such misery
When Amy forgot her doctor
It was only after the universe had pressed a massive reset
And even that was not enough
To keep away the wonder and joy
Of the person who had touched her life so profoundly
I remember only speaking to you once.
Now, I wish that I would've gotten to know you.
7...8...9... It's been 9 days since your hand slipped through my finger tips. 9 days since I've last felt the bliss of your warm embrace. 9 days of thinking of time edged in moments that we solemnly spent together.
Ever since I was a baby,
When I was first overwhelmed with senses and pain,
She told me that I had long, elegant fingers, the most beautiful hands.
They were thin but strong, just like the threads of a spider’s web.
Remember when you learned to walk
Remember when you learned to talk
Remember when i taught you to share
Remember when i taught you to care
I don't remember how I met my best friend, but I remember That Day.
I don't remember how I felt when the lungs embedded in my grandpa turned to ash like the poison sticks he smoked, but I remember That Day.
Soldier
By Sophie Leveille
He’s undeniably dead,
Suddenly gone,
And never coming back.
He fell to the floor without a second thought.
No wish or cry can resuscitate him.
Poetry is the Pacific.
Bubbling foam caressing my toes,
At the edge of an outgoing tide.
Wooden shutters painted cobalt blue,
Adorning a nearby cottage.
An aquatic symphony,
A moment, stuck in the breath of a lost memory.
It's cold and will not breath the same again.
A heart is frozen, wrapped in born sadness of lost words.
The pain,
the sorrows,
the noises,
are all consuming me.
Every where I look, there is something that reminds me of that experience and my existence.
Sometimes, I wish you could see me;
have a video tape recording that you watched
at the end of every day,
that played out the events of my day to day life
like a movie
Desires are a deep thirst
Always there
Water quenches
Dreams are saltwater
Appear to quench
in the end
only worsen
Taking hopes
Twisting them
The king of ‘em all.
I’m a hit ya with a tribute
To Biggie Smalls like Tylenol.
Straight from Crooklyn
Better known as Brooklyn.
That’s where I got my beats took in
You’re dry and I’m fly
Pass me by, like nothing ever happened
The time we spent, gone away
Never to return.
Waste away, your ashes rise above
Floating above my head
Am I really dead?
My grandmother told me of a place
Where she played as a kid
She never said how she found it
But it’s gone now
there's a part of me
that wishes i could say
i fell for the way you laugh
for your refusal to call yourself a ginger
(even though the truth was clear)
Many start out ordinary like another walk around the house, that familiar air all around you, protecting you, misleading you, paving a path into deeper regions and then dissolving, suddenly and surely, as your imagination takes hold and fuels a wh
Beautiful skies filled with gray
Some may think oh what a shame
But i, certainly do not
We hold on to the very last bit we have
The typical words of pain, hurt and shame
are the emotions that are commonly phrased
by every teenager's thoughts who are all the same.
These feelings, thoughts that are jumbled up in my brain
Some say that pain is skin deep
I beg to differ
Pain has only one purpose
To touch templates of tortured temples and conquer the space of bloodless hearts
Since the departure, the world seem off its axis
I miss you in the little things
In the way your spirit danced across the stage
Always so eager to play a part away from the harsh reality of your life.
In the way you refused to pick a side:
Using the fragments
of decomposing cameras
we
laughed at the pictures
from years gone away and faded
they painted nice images
I could feel myself start to change
Becoming something that was deranged.
My heart raced, even skipped a beat
As I surrendered, admitting defeat
Here comes the pain
And as it started, so did the rain
A Rose Amongst Antlers
Born to a loving family in late May,
The baby blossomed in laughter and play
You’d notice he was edgy in spirit, but kind in heart
Can't decide between what's wrong
or what's right
Confused about what to do about everyone around me
I have found true love from someone who cares
Feeling trapped because of grief
Permanently etched into my mind,
An arabesque portrait of once a perfect time.
Like pen on paper, easily on over you glide.
When she's talking and jumbles her words;
I can see, without seeing,
that she blushes.
That red.
Like rose petals kissed her cheeks
And don't dismiss my love sick twistedness
Today is the day we remember our people
who lost their lives in the twin towers.
The day that New York cried flaming tears…
That caused more pain than they released.
In the dark sky
No one hears her cry
There's no one to call
Her tears continue to fall
Her broken heart
Is a work of art
The red glow of the sun beat heavily on the barren sky. Cloud might have blocked it from view but the glow of its aura could be seen faintly in the sky, as heat manifested the air.
Shots are being fired, but it's all in my head
The stabbing memory that nothing was said
The screaming inside is getting so loud
I'm just waiting for that final silence to kill of my rage, the dirt, the dark black cloud
Evey kiss is imprinted upon my lips
I can still feel the heat of you
Living on in the memory of a touch
An unbelievable softness
The velvet of you lips
Covering a barley leashed passion
There once was a girl named emily bean,
she liked to laugh and play.
And when she was just a little girl ,
she decided to run away.
Years and years went by,
and no one ever came looking,
On January 13, 2012, it is the premature end of MY world as I know it.
I’ve been trapped on this sinking ship for seven hours,
But I’ll you my story about purgatory in a minute--
"You've drowned me, you know," I say,
Looking back at the places, the people
That I once knew, long ago,
Under different stars, a different roof.
For how is it, that when I dwell on
A decade is a long time; it could not be made up for the past time.
Depression is walking through my mind, and it makes me go blind.
My crying heart is not healed; it still suffers from its open sealed.
Sitting in the past,
I see you wear a mask.
Why can't you just be honest?
I thought you were my goddess.
What did I do you wrong?
Was I not good enough?
The world was against the two of us.
hopelessness,
helplessness,
Define that
“mess”.
“She’s Terminal”
He says.
“She’s-- terminal”
says He.
I want you to bury me.
I want you to live longer than me.
I want you to watch me die
By my side
If I were to die in an accident
As selfish as anyone can be,
I want you
By my side
Eyes closed,
At the top of the world,
Cool summer breeze.
The water like glass,
Distant radio waves echo,
Fish flop in a bucket on the pier.
Ten years old
I didn't have a worry in the world
Eight years later
the world is weighing me down
I didn't do this right.
I could be doing better.
I'm selfish.
I yell and scream.
Emotional roller coaster takes you thru many emotions.
Something is throwing you off and not being yourself.
You seem right the one moment but then the next moment you're not fine.
Death can be a hard part of life
It can be hard to lose someone you are close to
Sometimes it happens all of a sudden
Sometimes you know it’s coming to the person
You just don’t know when
Memory let
your montage play
in the theater of my mind
to an audience of one.
Clips and pieces, images with sounds:
they scatter on the screen
as shape is taken and form is whole,
My heart has grown weary waiting for your return.
I have grown restless over time.
It has been years since I have seen your smile.
If I listen carefully I can hear your voice.
My heart has grown weary waiting for your return.
I have grown restless over time.
It has been years since I have seen your smile.
If I listen carefully I can hear your voice.
Everything's changed
But then again, it's still the same
With the loss of a loved one
There are wishes for it to be undone
To be redone over again
With one last chance to say goodbye
Orange,
Every time I take a bite I see your kitchen,
Lonely; the kitchen will never be full without you.
Scratchy,
Every time I take a bite the past is harder to swallow,
Jovial land, idol full
Plays a tune of great peace
Content peers of free land
Good old times ring the bell.
It's been about three weeks now,
And I'm starting to feel better.
Not waiting on you,
Has helped pull me together.
But I saw your picture today—
Your smile, so heavenly—
And I got lost in it.
"Mommy, Daddy; what's wrong with Grandma?"
"What do the doctors say?"
"Oh please, oh please I want to know."
"Is she going to be okay?"
I can't see you
But I feel you
I don't know you
But I love you
I don't want to forget you
But I can't remember you
I
And I stand here as marble flesh.
Inflecting upon the Ravens breadth.
A quarrelsome memory of the two
Beating the Winter’s silent dues,
As the tears froze into crispy flakes,
Sitting by the water
As ripples, ripples form;
Stare at my bobber
As it rocks, rocks back and forth
My sweet chocolate pie o my o my... So delicious its like you came from the sky. Your sweet heart touching layers o how much I love to try. Your taste never changes o sweet chocolate pie.
A blazon radiates from above
Upon the barren, bleak cave
Where reminiscent of lost love
Reflects within mystic waves.
Some people say love doesnt exist
Others say it is only found between a man and woman
if thats true then whats this im feeling
for a woman
Butterflies in result to that sweet sound
i call ur voice
I've seen those hands before
In a different country far from here
I've smelled that scent before
But it's not like he's standing beside me
Flashbacks through my senses
I hate when we're silent
when we're quiet
when we're shy
when we hide our feelings and thoughts and act like we don't know each other
Blowing the other off
even for time
even for a moment
Character is something that is fought for, not developed in a single day, not won in a single fight. Character is born when you place the persons of others above yourself in the realization of their importance.
Sit at the table,
the booth that was only whimsy, fiction until this moment,
smooth the java with single servings of nostalgia
and laugh a laughter deep,
nourish me for a lifetime.
Your eyes, green with flicks of brown.
They swallowed me whole.
They took my soul.
They flipped my world world upside down.
It was early December when I first met him.
He was a little timid at first,
He hid under the seat until the lights went dim.
He was as horrible as a curse.
I loved him.
I am a strange stirring in the night,
the way you feel when you’ve just awoken from a dream,
the tension of your misplaced affection.
Sitting on a stained dock
Amidst the four winds
Is the figure of a woman.
Have you seen her before?
Her dark locks lifeless
As her body sits frozen.
Her white dress stained
With red.
Chest thumping, pulse racing, thoughts chasing
You Are Who
Thoughts returning, pulse slowing, chest extending,
Who You Are
Just the being you choose to be, as justified in every constitution,
My hazy thoughts have done nothing
to solve this riddle.
Broken memories and strained eyes
forgetting the details.
If only I could slip back into
what I once was.
Simple life, joyful smiles,
Smears of rain on the glass
Reflect my watery stare
Tears slide off my cheeks
And I think
Where is the sun in this drudgery of rain
Does it require surgery to cease the pain
I use to see your face
On the face of the full Moon
Salute the falling star
Waiting for your message
Or even a call to ease my pain
