forgetting
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When you realize that she is
telling the truth
that she is getting it right
maybe you'll understand
why I hate my life
hea gonna forget about you
and all of us
Petrichor
That is the word for how it smells after it rains
It seems like we don't appreciates
The small things in life
Instead,
We give it a name
Assign it to a category
it's been a year
a whole damn year
and here i am
sitting across a gym
full of people
and all i see, is you
your obnoxious smile
your loud voice
and your annoying friends
it's been a year
a whole damn year
and here i am
sitting across a gym
full of people
and all i see, is you
your obnoxious smile
your loud voice
and your annoying friends
Close vibration,
sounds felt up and down my body.
Just sounds -
no meaning.
But these words
soften my tightness,
calm hush
calm soft
calm warm.
I'll always love you.
I fell asleep and dreamed a dream
With vivid, bright, familiar scenes
And someone new, I knew before
But I'm unsure just what this means
-
I burst awake, with pounding pulse
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
I miss the old days
The times spent with you
But friends finally told me
To find someone new.
'Cuz you sure have changed now
But I haven't left
My heart aches so much as
I hope for the best.
to you, who loved me without love:
it has been so long.
three years ago
You were everything.
had not
touched me yet
Last night I was perched
High up on a tree.
The higher I was,
The more I could see.
How great this view shines
Way above the ground.
But I could see more.
How great did that sound?
Maybe I am going insane.
When I want to break down,
Cry for the stupidest thing.
Cry over the fact that I hate myself,
That I will never be good enough for you,
Absolutely not for myself.
A genuine smile stretched cheek to cheek
When she realized the haze that had made her so weak
Was gone from her life, thrown away just to be
A memory: undoubtedly sad but finally!
The whole room shook as the music took over
as the figure got up on the stage
and let the music take her body under.
She danced in a way,
that intoxicated all
as she flipped her head,
Our life is full of lies and misconception
My presentation of myself is a lie
if only if someone can look behind my smiles into my lonely heart
if only if someone can tear down my walls once more
It's YOU!
It's always been YOU!
The one I run to when my life is a mess
The one that with a single smile kills all of my stree
Your the curve in my smile, the glow in my skin
Get a grip and forget. If you keep focusing on things of the past you may miss out on wonderful things that may present thethemselvesmselves in the present and/or future! Learn to move on.....
How many times have I
forgotten you today...
Five? Six? A dozen times perhaps....
once when I saw a shadow
and realized it was mine
with none beside it.
You were gone.
we are full of stories to tell
memories we store and dreams that we sell
soon they fade from view
sadly they dry as the morning dew
ignorant of a dream's worth
or a lesson to which memory gave birth
i’ll tear your touch
right off my skin,
wipe your kiss
off of my lips,
blink away all sights of you,
rip every little
It slowly crawls behind a person
Like a shadow in the early stages of life
The few who leave early
do not get consumed by something so divine
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
A twinkling shade of innocenceA meteor in a pitch-black nightA tranquil glance with adorationA significant message to a blank mindThe blankness at a speckA tradegy diffuses itself
You've infected my heart, My soul, Like an ink pen to paper, Whose darkness bleeds all throughout, Soaking every fiber in shadow, never to be white again. There is no taking back, Erasing, Deleting, Throwing away, Cutting out. There is no riddin
Back aches in the morningHeavy eyelids and sore feet that drag across the ground.Another day to waste awayWishing I'd just die alreadyMostly so late assignments become the past
Each day before they parted they told her,“Remember”.So she did,she remembered,keeping their facesnext to her heartand listening to their voicesin the silence of her mind.
I long for a chance to know you again,
the way I used to..
To know the dark echoes of your heart,
and the pools of light that filled your eyes.
I wish I could drown in your self loathing
Disease: dark, empty.
Waiting for hours.
That strange thing,
of disappearing
It would be just me,
if she vanished.
The world beyond was black.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Says the ticking clock.
Spiraling through day in day out,
What if memories stop.
How long before forgetting becomes a familiar thing.
Fading faces, fleeing places,
I have forgotten to write it down,
That Idea I had for this poem
How careless of me! How irresponsible,
To have forgotten this great Idea
Which once comforted and soothed
My aching mind.
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 once met a woman who confused me so,
Her eyes were crazed yet sparkled aglow.
She lived by herself in an old little shack,
And all she did was rock forth and back.
Her hair was frazzled and white as snow,
Can't help to not to cease to forget you
Can't help to not to try to let go
Deep Inside,
full of feelings oh so very low
Betrayal, selfishness, and fear
once part of my past
Situations you never deserved
Lines on my arms,
mark the hurt I've felt,
the blood that was spilled.
Scars lined up,
showing lessons learned,
a testimony made.
she died and it was so strange
i never understood how they would say
one minute here
and the next gone
but that’s just how it happened
and i feel guilty because i keep forgetting
