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Mal Apr 22
its the last walk through memory lane
i have memories of you, of us
but no matter how hard i try to stalk those memories back
my memory doesn't seem to last forever
i forgot a lot of things.
from the way you walk to the way you talk.
Sparrow Mar 30
I am usually an amnesiac
Which is why there is always
cheap stationery in my pockets

- "An inexpensive set from Faber-Castell"

I look to my scribbles when I'm lost
unless an unexpected shower
has been tasked to ruin them

- "Pages stuck together, smudged and stained"


Three monsoons have come and went
I don't carry an umbrella or run for cover anymore
I stand in the middle of the downpour, drenched
But I guess some inks are just too hard to wash away
Use the sharpie on the whiteboard at your own peril, fans of irony.
Ashwin Kumar Mar 11
Is it wrong to forget?
The mind is an ocean
Filled to the brim with thoughts
Rising like a crescendo
Before plummeting sharply
Like a tsunami
Then there are the feelings
Lurking around every nook and corner
Ready to catch you unawares
And take a juicy bite of your leg
As sharks do
As you go deeper and deeper
Total chaos reigns
In the form of perceptions and judgements
Those ****** icebergs
Which can sink even the unsinkable ships

Is it wrong to forget?
The mind is an ocean
Deeper than the Pacific
More stormy than the Atlantic
Even as you swim with the tide
Alternating between hope and despair
With every high and low
You barely manage to stay afloat
Eventually being ******
Into a whirlpool of depression
As you go round and round
You sink lower and lower
Until you forget where you are
You forget who you are
And you wonder
How you came into existence
So, tell me
Is it really wrong to forget?
Why it is not wrong to forget
Abram Turner Jan 24
We’ll meet again
Don’t know where  
Don’t know when



The curves of her
Body
Haunt my memory like a  
Specter
Aimlessly wandering my labyrinthine thoughts

When did I last lay my eyes upon her divine form?



We’ll me t again
on't know where
Don’t  now when


I took her to dinner after I was relived of My post
Her dress fitted her form like a glove
Her eyes sparkled more than the ring  
I Gave her  
Watching her eat was like watching a symphony
Each bite executed with upmost grace and beauty
That was the moment
I Knew I found the love of my life


We'l  m et   ***
on  kno  whe e
Don’t now wh


Starting a family with Her
Was the greatest decision  
I  
Could’ve ever made
Our bed was a sacred site
The conception place of three beautiful
Children
Lord was I happy
Every day with them was a new adventure and
I
Couldn’t have been happier with what God gave me
My kids were growing up to be model American citizens
I had served for the dream and for  
My  
Efforts, I was given the reward to spend my life
With the women I loved  
And to bring two beautiful children up in the world.  
And lemme tell you
I  
Was so proud to have a child as great as mine


We   m  t  aga
D   t  no  her
D         w   he


My wife found my keys sitting in the sink
After spending hours ripping up the house for them
I didn’t remember putting them there
we just blew it off as some goof up
I was moving on in years. Everyone makes their silly mistakes
But after that, things got worse.
Suddenly, it was hard for me to remember details of her figure.
I’d wake up in the middle of the night, getting ready for work
when I haven’t worked for 10 years.
Sometimes I’d worry incessantly over the stranger making their way into my home  
a stranger who looked like they knew me
They’d be sobbing, calling out to me.
“I’m your son!”  


I had no memory of any children of mine



W    m    t   ag  
do t   no  w
don  ow  h



Days didn’t seem linear anymore
it felt like I was just riding the wave of life
I only remembered the sound of the grand ballroom
The laughter and joy of the girl  
the girl I danced with the night I was relieved of my post
That perfect, shining girl


What ever happened to her?



We’ll meet again
Don’t know where
Don’t know when
Memory always escapes us. Why not use that fear of loss in a poem? Inspired by A Empty Bliss Beyond The World by The Caretaker
Jade Quirk Oct 2018
Hello again. How are you, Time?
Can you please stop stealing
Memories that are mine.
Tamara Walker Jul 2018
I searched for madness
But instead found insanity
And images floating towards my popcorn ceiling
Lukewarm soap bubbles
Reflecting my ******* face  
Elaborate on the details of a story
Too many stories
Few told accurately
Some forgotten for years behind the couches
Excavated and place in museums
This is apart of a much larger and longer poem called Plenty Words.
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