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forgotten-memory
forgotten-memory
United States Poems are like music from the heart. While they do not have notes or sound, what they do have is words from deep within, a feeling that the beholder conducts to those who listen and they open up doors that would otherwise be shut. At least this is how I feel. / / Hello. I'm currently 20 and about half-way through college. I've had a lot of burdens in my past years that I wish to express, and poetry is that window of opportunity to do so. I hope my feelings can reach out to the world, no matter how happy or sad it may turn out to be.
Since long ago My whole world changed Youth was the king as happiness reigned But times have changed My youth mind fades Ignorance has pass on Innocence is long gone and now the future is deranged All that's left is sorrow Burdens never ending If only I could erase my mind and every last feeling Long lost memories of times when I was free Where have you gone? Did you abandon me? Long lost memories Why am I left here alone? Inside this world of betrayal And no future to write in stone - No burdens to bare No hope full of despair How quickly it changes into a nightmare Long lost vivid dreams Filled without misery What have I done? Did I abandon thee? Long lost vivid dreams Is it too late to arise? When all I am is crumbling Into a hopeless pit of lies.
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Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 2:32 PM UTC
Long Lost
Why is it when I'm with you A light begins to spark? Why is it when I'm with you A passion burns in my heart? Why is it when I'm with you My feelings begin to detonate? Why is it when I'm with you My heart starts to accelerate? Why is it when I'm with you The night sky is brighter than the sun? Why is it when I'm with you My worries fly away one by one? Maybe it's because: You are my fireworks
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 4:38 PM UTC
Fireworks
Memory that I have forgotten Why do you seek to be remembered When you're allowed an eternal rest Because of the connection severed Yet, continuing to rebuild a bridge You aim to come back inside Even though my head is painful You refuse to say good-bye When I try to push you out You stand your ground  profound When I refuse to remember you You choose to stick around I begin to wonder why you can't stop And leave me where I lay Even now you cradle me with feelings No matter what I say Maybe after all this time that's passed I've been thinking completely wrong All these times I swore I was empty You were there for me all along Memory that I now remember I'm sorry for what I've done I promise to cherish you all my life My heart is what you've won
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Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 5:22 AM UTC
Forgotten Memory
Whose your greatest friend but greatest foe Your brightest light but darkest woe A beautiful flower but painful thorn Filled with praise but hidden with scorn Your happiest dream but dreadful nightmare Giving you hope but also despair Your strongest weapon but strongest weakness The best cure but the worst illness Love
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Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC
Friend but Foe
What's the point in trying when in the end I'm hiding Never good enough for even the people I love deeply As they tell me all my faults and how imperfect I am Unable to accept me no matter what even if I hold them dearly Although I show them gratitude and do the best I can I can never show my true self inside Because then they'll choose to toss me aside What's the point in trying when in the end I'm dying
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Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC
What's the point in trying?
A mirror continues to reflect the me of the past A one way mirage that continues to last Showing me what I failed to accomplish And a life of sorrow with broken promise If only I could reflect back the future A piece or two, not a bit fewer Then maybe this reflection could see who I've become And change their course, before they feel numb But something like that is merely a fairy tale Blown away by the midnight gale Reality stern continues to crush me whole And tear apart my suffering soul As I lay in my bed to rest The image of me fails its final test And now only oblivion will remain The reflection of joy washed away by mistake's hurricane
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Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC
Memory Reflection