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Melody Mar 2019
Distance,
A wonderful craftsman indeed
Upon fate’s request,
Dutiful as always.

Articulates time,
By seconds he fixes hours,
By hours he polishes days,
By days he rewrites years.

For it’s own amusement?
Perhaps, fascinated of
Time’s spontaneous remedies
For the heartsick.
Thank you.
The Vault Mar 2019
I lost little bits and pieces of the woman I knew over the years.  
It wasn't noticeable at first.  
A few forgotten things in rooms.  
A few stories retold for the third time.  
But now it has become something that stands out when you talk to her.  
The woman that raised me.  
Sometimes forgot about me.
Forgotten things were left everywhere as she didn't remember putting them there.  
Sometimes she forgot about me for the day, only to remember later.  

No one raises a child with the thought that their parents may forget them.
But it happened and nothing can change that.  

Her mind seemed to have lost the parts that I loved and so did she.  
But I still love her.  
This complete stranger that raised me or at least that is who she sees me as.  
As I listen to her tell me the same story for the 10 time in a row.  
I still love her.  
Even if she has forgotten me.
A deep sea of time
In which I float
Diving down under
A story is told
Ships pass from above
A memory vessel
Coming and going
Each one a lesson
Dive deeper still
Touch down on the bottom
Feet in the sand
Drown in the forgotten
Hurricane Mar 2019
Your name was used in class today ,
Talked about for at least five minutes ,
Possibly more once I'd processed what was happening ,
I forgot about you ,
for that I apologise ,
you were a silent hero of mine and as I observed situations I felt you observe me ,
of course you weren't ,
but I still miss your presence .
n.h. you'll always be one of them , one of the best ones.
Eric Mar 2019
I have failed to realize what brought this
I have failed to see all your flying fists
I ducked and weeved , but should of took the hits.
You meant something behind them
With your words as daggers stabbing my every being.
Now my mind races on every moment you was leaving.
I have failed to see what was building .
The arguments like waves of flames
Know that after every one, we'd never be the same.
Ill words have infected my mind
You made it seem like you hated me the entire time.
Have I failed?
Why wasn't my feelings enough for you to listen?
Cause I failed to see what I was missing
Do you miss me?
Is my every sleepless night for vain
All those thoughts, for nothing
There's a reason for it all
But that reason just explains why I fall
Why I've lost my back bone to every situation
I cringe to the thought of you thinking of me
Cause why, when you don't think we was meant to be .
And I still to this day
I have failed to see
Why I failed
When you lost love for me.
A forgotten toy
Left in the road
Lost out the window
With no hope

Forever unwanted
Forever used
Never to be kept
For I’m far too bruised
Lois Jairam Mar 2019
Athazagoraphobia,
The Fear of being forgotten,
The Fear of being replaced,
The Fear of being ignored,
It ***** having it.
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