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Nandini Jul 2014
Your heart brought with Amnesia.
To study it ,
I slid into your heart ,
making way through your tears
it was dark.
Placing a candle at the grave of your sorrows,
I stitched up your battered ,bleeding heart.
Tendering to the grave turned gardens,
I smuggled sunlight to your dandelion soul.
Drugging you 3 times daily with comfort,
was what I prescribed.
Nothing stays forever , so didn't your illness
and you don't remember me any-longer.
Happy laughter of love echoed ,
in the skies of your fist sized heart.
Wished you a healthy heart ahead,
only with the desire to treat it again .
All of a sudden;
I don't know how we got here,
But we cannot stay
Cassidy Claire Johnson © 2014.
Josiah Wilson Dec 2013
You know what?
I don't even care
I'm ******* wasted now
With all my usual flair

You might know
I could give a ****
I'm drinking down this bottle
To get rid of the sham

When I'm drunk
I can't think for ****
And I don't remember
Not a little bit

So ***** you
I'm getting wasted
And this sweet, sweet burn
Is just the *** I'm tasting
Taylor Cuomo Jun 2014
How painful it would be to wake
and
not
remember.
I know who I am,
But not who or what I was.
Why can't I recall?
Nothing too fancy; just a quick haiku reflecting my thoughts regarding ancestry and reincarnation. I find myself asking this question at least once a month.

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© Jordan Dean "Mystery" Ezekude

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