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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
Surprising things that remind me of you:
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
My heart feels cold, like a dirty piece of ice,
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
Forty cents for some paper
If you wake before the sun does,
A shadow of conches talks to me,
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,
I dreamt of the sky Angels caressed harps As my mother had once caressed me
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?
Emptiness. That’s honestly how it all feels.
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
Don’t cry for the greeting
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
When you ask “How was camp this year?” my mind freezes.
Even though youre gone , you'll be remembered in my soul.
I don't know what hurts more at this point;
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
I wish he didn’t burn my brain and dent my soul, But oh it feels so good.
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
Whose flowers these are popping out of the snow
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
Memories taste like peaches Some are sweet and pleasant Others bitter and unsavory
Tick. Tock. See the clock.
A plague A disease Of my mind
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
See me go Watch the sun set Hear the winds whirl Through the window In one room
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
I'm just a figment of your memory Because one day you won't remember me.
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
Dim lights, romantic music, Blue-purple poufy dress,
This is the name you were born with,
In memory of what never was Here's a poem of my condolences We were nothing and now we're dead
Strange how a picture can take you to a place, a time, a memory you once had, held dear,
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
Thoughts, memoirs, memory Never realized that it could be a story
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
A silver sound encroaches near, Bereft of gall and fate and fear,
Do you know why I tell you I love you everyday?
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
Memories are all so vivid for me
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
There are canisters of film laying around my cluttered roomCovered in dust
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
Handwritten notes deep in my pocketFlowers crumbling as they dieThe last time I visited it wasn't this quietBut it's been years since I've even driven byThe stone sits still, always in the same place
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.
Death is hated for taking loved ones away It is most feared for it is the unknown
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