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Myka Sep 2019
Even the brightest stars,
The ones people write poetry about,
The ones that fascinate all of human life,
Burn out until no trace is left,
And those on Earth who waited for it to come around every decade,
Get bored of seeing the same dying light.
It gets forgotten,
Forgotten in time and space.
B D Caissie Aug 2019
Tiny flower all alone, grows before an unmarked stone. Fallen soldier with no name, because of this no one came.

Tiny flower how you’ve grown, spread before this unmarked stone. Fallen pedals in lieu of tears, each one denotes a passing year.

Tiny flowers surround this stone, the only spot that you have grown. People stop to ponder why, overwhelmed by grief they begin to cry.

Tiny flower thanks to you, this stone is marked with the sight of you. Fallen soldier rest in peace, for your forgotten years have finally ceased.
CautiousRain Aug 2019
Memory loss;
I know you're serious,
but every time you try to speak to me
I'm dropping words and sounds
like an imaginary hot potato,
thrown to me by a very rude child
who thinks making me lunge a thought
away from me counts as being safe.

I know you said something,
sounded like white noise,
sounded like the conversation
I think we're having right now,
I'm behind five sentences,
or maybe five minutes,
something there sounds about right.

Keep speaking, I can only hope to catch up,
this constant amnesia is aching
and my head is in a fog,
but I know you're serious
and you said something, something...
memory loss.
at this point as soon as I have a way to get some doctor or something I'm going to be like hey pretty sure I have dissociative amnesia, how can we fix my really ****** cognitive function
Tony Tweedy Aug 2019
I want to learn to forget things the way they have forgotten me.
It seems a fairer way to live....
I forget appointments, TV shows, the names of actors and movies... but my heart holds things much longer than my mind.
How do you cry for help
When all you know
Is a silent plea?
Noah Rein Aug 2019
I guess I’m like a houseplant
I’m fun for a while
But if you forget about me
I wither and die

I’m dependent on you
And the attention you give me
I’d love to be a wild plant
In a garden, beautiful and free

I’m not as social as the plants outside
I only have the ones I’ve met through you
I spend my days looking out the window
Sometimes seeing you return with someone new

I’m not very popular with the other plants
My leaves are yellowing and my dirt is dry
I’m left in the corner of your windowsill
To slowly be forgotten without knowing why
ok okay Aug 2019
The stars are forgotten
Because of our ignorance and 'progression'
We have lost the will to look up
Look at the end, do you see what I see ?

Can you look at yourself, and tell me how you feel?

There is so much I want to say, but not enough time to tell.

Please friend, don’t forget about me.

Remember the laughs, and the times we cried?

Don’t you remember the nights we laid side by side?

Come and find me, you know where I lye.

Don’t forget about me.

As I look away, and my vision fades, the world starts to go away.

Night is day, and black is white, but does it even matter?

I remember you now, and when you walked away.

Let’s go back to the way things were, but I know it’s all a lie.

The life I lived never happened at all, everything must have been a  dream.

I wake up with nothing, no heart or soul.

I want nothing more than to see that smile.

But I know it never existed.

Why do this to me, you sweet, sorrowful angel?

My bliss is nothing, and my love is pain.

I leave now for eternal slumber.
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