Salmabanu Hatim Dec 2017

My mind has wandered away,
I don't know where I have kept it,
The doctors,friends and family are helping me to find it.
Please help!

Loss of memory can be frustrating.
Ollie Oct 2017

I never want to wake up with amnesia
Those boys you used to be obsessed with can sing it all they want
But I’m never changing a thing
I would love to forget the screaming each morning
The police in my house
The holes in the wall
I would love to forget my embarrassments and nightmares and heartbreaks
But I don’t want amnesia because I don’t want to forget you
Remember in 6th grade when I screamed to you about glasses
Remember in our first conversation when I saw your scars for the first time
I don’t think we’re fine at all
I listened to this song and it’s called amnesia
I have the tune stuck in my head right in this place
I remember how it felt to finally see you
After a summer without even seeing your face
And we’re not fine at all
I remember how I never knew I loved you
Or I never show you the romantic poetry I write because I write it at night when I’m disoriented and I can only think of you
It happens a lot
I don’t know if it happens to you
Nobody deserves to have a person such as me in their thoughts because I’m no fun and my skin looks like it never gets any sun
People don’t like me so why did you
Sometimes you tell me that I should marry you
I would like to but I don’t know how to figure things out yet
I’m only 13
Am I really that adorable? It was just a smile and I smile at most things you say to me
Do you still have the moments where you question what we are exactly because I do that
I know you’re my best friend and I know you’ll replace me sometime
I don’t want to replace you though
I’m bad at poetry
I love your eyes so much
And your hands
I don’t like physical contact but I love it when you tackle me in a hug
I love everything about you
I don’t love that I’m the one that saves you, sometimes
I’m no one and you deserve all the someones in the world
I admire this poet
A man who writes spoken word
“I don’t want to turn any of this into poetry

You’re so beautiful 
flowers turn their heads to smell you.”
He said that once
And another time
“Don’t tell me you’re not beautiful. You’re the kind of beautiful the blind would see, if we could figure out some way to give them 3 seconds of sight. When you tell me you’re not gorgeous I want to pop out your left eye and show it to your right.”
Once upon a time he said, “it’s gravity that’s been getting us down,” in a poem I memorized
But I kind of think he’s wrong because gravity is a force that makes things float in some amounts
And we’ve kept each other down to the ground and not hanging from ceiling fans
So it’s gravity that’s keeping us (don’t give) up
Do you remember in the mall
Running into you
I think you noticed me last because I’m small
I think I noticed you last because I tend to save the best for last
People say it can make everything so much sweeter
I gasped
I don’t think you meant to tackle me but I am very scrawny so I don’t mind
I like the name you’ve chosen for yourself
It’s my brother’s name, actually
But I think you’re still my favorite Tyler
I’m sorry I used to annoy you with that song about mashed potatoes
You should’ve told me
Too late now
When I was in the 6th grade, I told you that if you wanted to die you should’ve just killed yourself
I’ve never felt more guilty
I’ve never wanted to reverse the situation more because I know that you were strong enough to ignore my bigotry and I was a coward
I would’ve done it
I was stupid
I am stupid
Last April I wrote a poem about you called Skin but it’s deep the confines of a notebook that you shouldn’t read
Your skin is beautiful
And unique
And covered in red marks and of course mental illness isn’t a love story but maybe a love story is the subplot and not the main one and you might have a lot of them
I’m so scared you’re going to die soon
I don’t know how I’d react
Would you want me to keep living
Would you miss me
I’d miss you
The other night, you were in my dream
You came with me to visit my dad in the hospital
And then you disappeared
Is this a sign
I don’t want it to be a sign because I love you so please don’t disappear
My dad was walking and talking
I can’t remember what happened
I think I pushed past him to find you but I can’t remember
I can never remember
I wanted to tell you about it the next day but you weren’t there
I still really want to tell you about it
“You’re worth crossing whatever distance it would take
Worth building bridges to make a connection
Because I’ve been secretly stealing stop signs
Repainting traffic lines so that it can only go one way
Because as far as I can tell dedication is the better part of foreplay
And I admit it, I’m committed, everything I’ve done I did it to make you smile
Cause it’s been the largest part of a long while
Since I had someone do that for me.”
Another quote from the man
The name is Shane Koyczan
I admire his poetry almost as much as I admire all of you
I could never write the way he does
I think I can write okay about scars
The rose’s-worth of storybooks that mark your entire body?
Because everything has a story(even those marks) and I’ll be damned if you haven’t made yourself into a library
But I would read every page of every book if it meant knowing your story
Roses have thorns so be careful with yourself
You’re as sweet as one but you can be just as deadly as its thorns
I keep quoting the man who knows how to write love poems like the back of his hand
It’s like the back of his hand is a galaxy
But oh lord that’s not my quote either that’s a woman’s and she writes about her future daughter
But I still stand to believe he has the galaxies memorized and he knows all the perfect words
I think you would like his poetry more than mine
But all I can say to make it beautiful is “I love you”
Because 3 words are worth a thousand and I’m counting the seconds until you say it back

this is one of many poems about tyler. I said, “hey, I sent you a poem over hangouts. Levi cried reading it.” and they said “I don’t want to cry!” and I said “you won’t, it’s about you.” and with a short glance they said, “it’s always about me.” full of curiosity.
Windy Darlington Oct 2017

In the darkness something’s lost,
It was broken with the frost.
In the mountains an echo rings,
Calling to forgotten things.
On the wind the whisper sighs,
And a shadow, falling, dies.
In the weeping of the rain,
A high wail goes up again.
In the silence of the night,
He searches without a light,
To find everything he's sought
In the world that he forgot.

Demy Molentor Aug 2017

I'm somewhere, I'm someone, that's a fact.
I'm alive.
Got no memories, got no scars, thus why would I shed a tear.
I'm safe.
Sure i've got knowledge, thus will find a way to live.
I'm brave
I'm alone in this world, perhaps, but I forgot how to be scared.
I'm free.

But those if's aren't here, thus I'm not
Rebel Heart Aug 2017

I don't remember
Your voice
As it mixed together with mine
Singing our favorite bands
Dancing on tables in time

I don't remember
The crazy times we had
Like jumping off cliffs
Then ending the day
At 2 in the morning
Driving with the windows down
Like the music video of
An old country love song

I don't remember
The feeling of
My head resting on your chest
When you pulled me so close
That we shared the same breath

I don't remember
Your scent
When we tangled ourselves
Between the sheets
Creating our own
Music to match
The bass of our heartbeats

I don't remember
The mold of your skin
Against mine
Or the
Exact color of your eyes
The exact shape of your lips
As you finally made me yours
Mapping out my skin
With your kiss

I don't remember any of it
My darling,
I barely remember you
But if you keep loving me
I promise I'll try to

I'm not the same girl
I'm warning you
The girl you once loved
The one that you knew

I don't remember much
But I remember how
I want to be
Your forever
For Forever
and Always

I just want to be with you

I don't remember much but I remember I still want you...
amisi Aug 2017

Please let me forget
The nights I screamed from sheer terror
And found you by my side

Please let me forget
The days we laughed until we ran out of cotton candy
And you made three soda cans explode in the freezer

Please let me forget
The alone moments when we were together but not,
And you tied us back together

Please let me forget
The pain I keep feeling when you text me and ask
What happened to us?
Because I've been trying so hard to avoid you

Please let me forget
The things I dared to do with you on that dark night
When we lost everything

And you



~Eira F.

Anyone seen the last episode of Shake It Up? Yeah, the Disney show. I kept thinking about what happened with CeCe and Rocky's relationship and just decided to write this, what I think I'd feel like if one of my close friends had amnesia.. Sorry if I offend anyone who knows or is someone with amnesia.
Aaron LA Lux Aug 2017

I can’t remember to forget you,
I can’t forget to remember you,

I can’t remember to forget,
I can’t forget to remember,

I can’t remember to,
I can’t forget to,

I can’t remember,
I can’t forget,

I can’t,
I can’t,


I remember,
you told me to watch Memento,
that must of been over two decades ago,

it’s interesting how we remember little trivial things,
from years ago,
but somehow we sometimes forget important things,
that happen moments ago,

Selective memory is a thing,
and so is selective amnesia,
I suppose in some ways my memories of you,
are kept inside me as personal mementos,

I miss you,
I miss the life we never had together,
I miss you massive fridge,
I miss our days in Bali,

I miss making love,
with you like you were the only person in the world,
and I mean that honestly,
because in those moments you were the only person,

the only person,
that showed me hope,
the only person,
that showed me love,

when I met you I was a street kid,
I had no money and no class,
but you took me under your angel wings,
and I will always remember that,

I can’t remember to forget you,
I can’t forget to remember you,

I can’t remember to forget,
I can’t forget to remember,

I can’t remember to,
I can’t forget to,

I can’t remember,
I can’t forget,

I can’t,
I can’t,


I know,
that you’re married now,
happily in fact,
and I’m not trying to mess with that,

please don’t take these words,
as an invitation of any sorts,
I wish you all the best this world has to offer,
because honestly that’s what you deserve,


I love you,
I can not deny that in any way,
but that love,
is so far beyond this physical plane,

I know how dysfunctional I am,
and I’ve given up all hopes in making a family,
so when I see that you are married,
I truly pray to God that that marriage for ever after progresses happily,

and actually,
I only wrote this to tell you that I finally saw Memento,
and I don’t even if you remember telling me to watch it,
I guess that’s part of what Selective Memory Loss is,

or rather selective amnesia,

anyways whatever I’ll just get back to what I was doing,
so that you can get back to what you were doing,
which is continuing to live this life and create this memories,
or erase these memories either way I hope you get whatever you’re pursing,

I can’t remember to forget you,
I can’t forget to remember you,

I can’t remember to forget,
I can’t forget to remember,

I can’t remember to,
I can’t forget to,

I can’t remember,
I can’t forget…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

author of multiple best selling poetry books.

Lupus Kuro Jul 2017

At my wits end grasping your vanishing portrait.
Reminiscing the golden time,
Circuitously projecting a chasm of flowers.
Drenching myself your reverberating voices.
Afraid to succumb the neurotic state I'm in.

These precious memories I relentlessly hold,
Withering itself in a rapid surge.
A natural part of human experience,
Unluckily driven by such eccentric decease.
A repercussion of this chosen dalliance.

You're a phenom that came in like a storm.
Allowed me to love you, now I let you abhor.
Fallaciously believed in dandelion wishes,
A superstition created as stimulus of hope.
But it's too late to stop me, says Amnesia.

Remember me! Remember me!
You called

Tribute to Golden Time

Society tends to have Collective Amnesia.
We don't remember what factors
Caused the Holocaust.
So, we can't see that the same factors
Are present today.

Dark Delusion Jul 2017

                        Doctor, oh doctor.
Please help her remember.

Help her.
Help her.
Help me.

Get her out of the fog.
Lead her the right way.

Wake up.
Wake up.
Don’t sleep.

The abuses behind my back.
The darkness swallows her.

Don’t go.
Don’t go.
Come back.

                                   Doctor, oh doctor.
Would you please do something.

So lifeless.
So lifeless.
So dead.

She’s disappearing.
Her memories’ slowly fading.

Get it.
Get it.
Give it.

Give her the antidote.
She’s so toxic.

Always remember.
Always remember.
Never forget.

She was my medicine.
But now she’s expired.

Remember me.

She’s my drug.
She made me an addict.

Take it.
Take it.
Devour it.

Once you take a taste,
You can never forget.

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