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Clay tells all your secrets  the ones you hide from others and yourself You think your doing a decent job at concealing your frustrations, anger, and sadness but the clay points to every intrustive thought
My dreams are brightfeather lightat nightconditions rightCarefreeMind freeLife's challengesto be wonFeeling warmthfrom noonday sun.I dream of waterfloatingboating
The sun was skin kissing, much like summer but it was the opposite season. The feeling of motion sickness was taking over my body. I fell into a deep sleep knowing we had miles to go.
Outside, it was miserable and rainy: A cold day in November. I held the photo against the lamp On a dark day in November. It was old, blurry and grainy, But enough to make me remember.  
You gave birth to me in the month of October while my father peeked over your shoulder. You raised me with love and compassion always and I desire to follow in your ways. On a cool morning in June of 2004
i found you on facebook a while ago. my friends and i were showing pictures of the people we dated to each other, telling war stories,
Scrubbing the dirt that clung to the lines and creases of my body a furtive soil stronger than me dirt that strangles in the name of remembrance
My lips purse and blow It clouds and floats away I watch intently And blow again   It reminds me Of when we were kids.
You look at old pictures,  Which trigger past memories. You recall distant friends Turned unsuspectiny enemies.   You remember a time When you weren't so pained, When you could stand alone
I am running away to California to taste the salt water and journey as long as possible along the road traveled by men with pens and lines to trace over Like pirates come to pillage all meaning from the street signs like,
It's been Two years Two years since your world Has fallen apart   You think you've moved on That the nebula that has collapsed in on itself has finally stopped  Haunting your memories
I have to say goodnight to my beautiful stars. I'll walk away, but you'll always be in my heart. I hear you calling my name. I hear your message clear. But I'm here on the ground. Too far to respond.
  Wrinkled edges and dog-eared pages, Smudges from the swift stroke of a careless hand ― Crispy remnants of a poem spaghetti-stained
It takes me back to when I was young, Bold. Fearless, and told to “Rub some dirt in it,” Before being fit into a mold And told That this is what life is.
It's the color of the sun on a cloudless day.  It's the color of her hair like straws in hay.  It's the color of the flowers in which you lay.  It's the color of the stars above as she whispers, 'Make me stay'.   
Can't eat, can't sleep. My head is numb, and so are my feet. This is gonna hurt, yes this is going to hurt for a very long time. I can't remember, but I don't want to forget. Your smile, your laugh, everything about you so hard to get.
Mi Sol, Oh how I miss Your mysterious brown eyes Like a dark starless night. I love how you rub your scruffy beard Upon my soft, gentle cheek.  
Where are you when the remembering brings me to my knees? The firework of your kiss reignites over and over, sizzling in my chest and sounding in my recesses. Your touches on my temples swirl in my brain,
Okay, that's enough of that I think that my mind has finally had enough of you I'm so very done with your shit (Pardon my language) In truth, I'm not even sure if It's your shit I'm done with
My thoughts Are falling down my throat -- I didn’t want them to tip over.
This is an image of my past as you can see.   I'm not the entire focus.  I'm one of many people.   Taken years ago, you look upon it and it appears to be taken on a regular summer day.  
I am the opposite of amnesia,
  She pushed in the knob and turned up the volume.  Her heart recognized the first sound and latched on before her ears caught up.  In that moment, in that space of pure recognition
Sometimes I find myself remembering; I try to keep myself from living in the past, but even though time has pass, my feet still fit the prints I left along the trails of yesterday, I cannot help but to become nostalgic.
I laid with you in a field A field full of memories  green  This is the field I have run through half naked Peed on trees  Played loads of games. But on this night 
  Asleep In a Dream             Green at bay, painted blue in spray             Land rolls up and down             Brisk, chilled, mellow
  You left me a Kiss of Love             Like a dove             You lips were smooth             Fresh and clean             Coming onto me            
  A Time With Family             All around             So many faces             Among many many friends             First among last  
  Gone Away but Why Not Stay             Once upon a time             You and I             Close in ties             Bond and all            
  Watch What I Become             Smile with relish             Together we still are             Mountains tower between us
  Appreciated In Past Future             Stolid with rare vigor             Honorable with freed absolution             Rising from the chasm
A vessel of beacons             Casting a shier light             Brighter than any             Forecasting the oceans             Wobbled by deception  
A little girl use to laugh at jokes he told her  Even if she didn't understand a word  She use to try to mimic back every joke she learned  Bet he had a ball laughing at all her little failures 
Sometimes I can't breathe When you're walking next to me. Sometimes you just have to take a chance and just say 'Hello'.   You smile at me and I smile back,
I’m trying not to lose these fading memories,Because they’re all that I have left of you,Even when the pain brings me to my kneesAnd I can’t breathe because I’ve glimpsed the hue
Remember this And Remember it well For it may only be remembered once   Look at me What do you see?
Remember the joy, And remember the fun, All of the days we had in room 161.   How we laughed and joked together, And broke many of the rules, But how we couldn't have helped it
twelve months ago I happy school no worries much to go eleven months ago my happiness was tested which it passed ten months ago joy wasn't a want but necessity
I lost my grandpa,  one of my precious people,  the one who praised me,  raised me,  and also taught me many lessons of life.   It's been two months without him,  living in agony without 
I am not a girl Who loses her head over- Some boy- who smiles at her-                just                      so. You caught me by suprise An emotional accident, anomaly
It would be nice to live as if you don’t exist.My brain dislikes your constant presence- watching, waiting, staring with your big eyes -I have never been alone since the first time I met you
Even flowers that give the sweetest scent Must one day wither away. But will you remember how strong they stood Before their ultimate decay?   The future seems full of many days
Viciously protective and ingeniously smart Competitive to the end but kind at heart Inviting and loving, loose and fun These are all the things that Aunt Vicki Lynn was Demanding much of us
I find myself Looking back and  Remembering.   Remembering friends Loyal friends (Hunter and Kiss-of-Heaven) Happy friends (Panda-girl and Fragile-girl) Missing friends
You were always too much to fit intomy dollhouse dreams.I never asked for you to leaveyour shoes at the door,they didn’t seem right there
A little marble Found by a young boy on the stairs Interest is found for a little while Then, not lost, The interest diffuses But the boy still keeps it On his desk
Pen on paper, Black on white, Alone and bored on that day I reached inward And created a few companions, They laughed and played On sun-lit beaches As I smiled and looked on I gave my creations
I still cannot remember Falling so deep into a puddle of dirty, blinding mud. Memories glimpse through my aching mind, Memories that so desperately want to be refreshed. I still cannot remember
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