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I'm not living in the past,
I'm holding on to memories,
Life passes by so fast,
I'm clinging to what used to make us,
laugh,
I'm wishing this could have last',
I'm not living in the past,
I'm just holding onto what we-
What I have left,
Hoarding what I can salvage,
I'm not missing you,
not a bit,
I'm missing who you used to be,
I'm not swimming,
I'm drowning,
I'm not flying,
I'm falling,
I'm not living,
I'm just procrastinating the inevitable,
I'm not living in the past,
I'm holding on to memories.
Another poem I wrote about my toxic ex bestie.
I look back to the day we met
(Regret..)
'Should've known
That you were lying-
Now I'm here sitting in a room
crying-
'Didn't think I'd have to say goodbye
'Didn't think you'd leave-
'Didn't think I'd have to forget you-
So soon...


'Didn't think you'd leave me all alone.
Yes, I guess I should've known that in the end-
We're just flesh and bone...
Just know-
It's gonna be hard to let you-
go...
This poem isn't just about death, but also about how one can just forget you as well as leave you. This poem was inspired by my elementary friend, Isaiah Guy. He was very sweet and funny. A true character. I treasure the few memories I have of him. Although we haven't seen each other in years, it still feels like a piece of my world is missing. Thank you Issah, I'll miss you...
You can click the link below and tell his family I sent you and that I send my love. And he will wipe out every tear from their eyes, and death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be anymore. The former things have passed away.”
https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-with-isiah-guys-funeral-costs?sharetype=teams&member=9468886&pc=fb_co_campmgmt_m&rcid=r01-161616636452-4a882ecac58644f7&utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=p_lico%2Bshare-sheet&fbclid=IwAR2yzbrq_tvOutTp12fNKVTpandCFKfh-FEqJ_fYPH1ima6NQrZaf2CavDI
Roses are red ...
All hope is dead...
Violets are blue..
My grades have me *******..
Just something I said in English class at the end of the first quarter ...
Love shouldn't hurt,
Love shouldn't feel insecure,
Love shouldn't be breakin' my heart,
Loving you is a constant war,
Heck, what am I even fighting for?
Note: this is a work in progress.
  Sep 2019 Summer Shellhamer
hullzy
i would give you
all the stars,
all the planets,
just to see that smile
again.
Is there beauty in pain or,
is pain the real beauty?
Thoughts..
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