Remembering
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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
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.
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
