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Memories are the many me's that make me
The I's through which I see
They are my total experience
Present in my logic and sense
And although a part of my past
They are up-to-date
We've made some some good memories together,
Making them seem like they were forever,
everywhere i go reminds me of you,
Just to think it makes me blue,
As the years fade away,
nows there less time to say,
childhood memories arespeckled with the scent of summer sunsetsformed with the bonds of friendshipand late night promises with giggling faces
childhood memories are
The tree we buried you under was the last of its kind—
a lone birch or oak or maple that survived its disease
(I found the irony only because I was looking for it)
When I was in third grade, I wrote a poem about changing the world
When I was in third grade, I thought that the world
Was made of rainbows and glitter
But I knew sadness
I knew grief
I knew loneliness
As the end of day draws near,
I suddenly come upon a fear.
In the days when I am old,
Will my memories be so bold?
Will I remember every person I’ve met,
I am old and worn blue plastic, with rusty metal chainsI sit and wait in the soothing sounds of nature.Here, you come to find solace in me.I swing you up high in the sky, ignoring the ache in my joints,
Memories.
By: Kia
I remember when I had one day to read a book.
Everything was okay, Just wish I could've;
Found out sooner than today.
Friday morning,
Birds singing like immortality,
Cold breeze playing the chorus,
Freshwaters dancing in the stream,
Branches of the mighty walnut tree,
Fluttering on the windows,
As the light dims by the clouds
The memories that are as cold as the raindrops that are pounding down the window
Are grabbing onto my heart
Sunk in the longing that gets heavier as time passes
Can I travel back time?
It seems like it was just yesterday
I received the gift of life,
In a world where I felt so loved
With no worries nor strife.
Bow ties and Bourbon
like heartbreak and blues
Put a tear in your eyes
But a pulse in your shoes
They move you to dance
what do these eyes see?
do they see the color of the snow
in front of you?
what do these eyes see?
do they see the blush on my cheek
due to cold?
what do these wide eyes see?
Memory defines
It always does
memories are like lights
Sometimes they illuminate the dark nights
Or they leave the night tinted dark colors
memories sometimes come and go
in storms of emotion
A foolish little girl,
With a need for change.
A young boy,
Holding ink and paper.
“Write what you want,” he says to me.
I must express my merry content for a car that’s given me so many events
Through the smell of dog hair and that dirty sock we could never find
Every time I see your dusty exterior
Memories it comes to you.
Kicking you as you remember your youth.
Bad times and good times are never the same.
squinting, smiling under the bold sunshine
running over the prickly pine needles
digging my feet into the fragrant earth
under a canopy of straight, tall trees
who are guarding their wild secrets
within my eyes,
holding all of us together upon a fragile precipice
it looks like this, 57 words so i used a brown crayon to
write your name 57 ways that did not look at all like
My favorite road, the one I picture while writing
The stretch between Kimball and Hill
Lemon orchards and pine trees I assume row after row
West, the ocean will show its horizon if you are lucky
A group of fools spinning round in a toilet bowl.
Lost with them all in a black hole.
No worry and no hurry,
we're headed into the abyss for a euphoric reason.
Inhale the trees
There was a time you told me For the world
I'm somebody and for your body I'm the world,You hurled
me in hot lime,now i got time, i spit best rhyme.
I will never Trust or waste the heart must adjust, I'm not making jest
