The Past
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Little Girl
That little girl who no longer sits at the table, quailing away from the green monstrosities
She forages for the ripest of them all
Cooked or raw, she isn’t picky
This is an open letter to all those who came before me.
To those who paved , built , and walked through the perilous path of life before me.
Dear regret,
You are the keeper of every
Disappointment in my life,
Of all the times I wish that I
Had stopped to think first and
I wish I could melt memories
of rainy Moon Township days with the newer ones,
in which I see myself drinking watered-down beer
(and hating it)!
They say the past is unimportant or
that you should let it go,
but how can it be unimportant
when I smell the Febreeze and cigarette smoke intertwining
to take me back to my childhood home
I often daydream of our past.
You were once my happiness,
But in a single moment you could take it all away.
You tried to change me,
Never saw the best in me,
only bringing out the worst in me.
Through the years my heart had been stifled
The childhood songbird lost its voice
And the feathers of its wings were plucked
Until all that was left was withered
I find myself telling all my business on the internet
but only if you can't hear me.
I can't know if you've seen this
and I hope like hell you won't realize who it's about.
My entire life
There's been a ghost following me
The ghost of a child
That I used to be
The ghost of a fool
Naive and unaware
Blackened thoughts.
Vital signs.
Retribution.
What's left inside.
Memories start to disappear.
The older I get the more they become unclear.
Red. Really really red.
Theres red like your cheeks when you laugh
and theres red like April’s dress
but then there’s alligator ice, fruit punch red.
Not just streaks or strokes
Of all the things my life has led to
I never would have guessed it would lead to you
I was inexperienced quite,
I once found the bones of a crow.I found another crow laying next to it,Crying in agony.It was dying,Just as the one next to it had. It laid there screaming in pain.It could not help itself,
your gone now just a distant memory
but i got everyone telling me
" I though you guys was ment to be "
All these pictures stare me in the face
It’s nothing like your embrace
I just wish there was a trace of you
To show, to stand to prove
Is it strange
That I have this feeling
It's been years since I lived
My life has passed by
So fast, so invisibly
I've had no time to use it
If I could catch it
Perhaps I'd have a chance
I’m the English nerd
Never having enough Shakespeare on hand
analyzing movie plots as if they were books
wondering if in reality
we are just a story with a destiny
with some author out there
Hello, goodbye
My, time sure will fly
Many people come, many people go
Either in large, wide groups or on on their own, solo
Feeling very ecstatic, feeling unfortunate and sad
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
