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Sketcher Nov 2018
I can't wait for winter break,
Too much work and my brain aches,
Could just stop that's all it takes,
But I'm doing this for their sake,
Learn things for tests no mistakes,
Relate fingers to great lakes,
Superior till' I break,
To Michigan that's the stakes,
Get her on to take the cake,
Ontario has the steak,
More eerie than poison snakes,
To remember words and shapes,
That's what's done rewind the tapes.
tsel Sep 2017
memorizing the details of
that one afternoon -
cold room
warm hands
heartbeats in chaos -
this will haunt me for lifetimes.
m.
Elioinai Sep 2015
Look down
far down, down, down
into the canyon of my being
and wonder at the rainbows
splashing in the stream

take this hour
and perhaps the next
to memorize the grand duress
of English words spread east to west
Clindballe Aug 2015
I am still smoking cigarettes to burn away the words I could never say to you
I try to block my sight with smoke so I can never see you again
and no
I am not crying for you I just got ashes in my eyes from setting fire to our memorize
Written: August 1. - 2015
em Jun 2015
65 years from now when my grandchild looks me and asks me
"Grandma do your cheeks look like they are falling and why does your backbone rise higher than the rest of you?"
I will answer:

Baby girl what they don't teach you in school is that the older you get the more gravity pulls at you.
Keeping your feet planted and your mind out of the clouds.
Life moves down instead of forward.

Bones grow frail and muscles shrivel up and weaken just like your ability to dream.
Dream of what you’re going to be,
"when you grow up" because,
darling this is it. I'm all grown up.
I am all I was ever meant to be.
My clay has hardened,
no longer able to bend and curve with the wind.  
Too weak to keep walking forward.

That is why baby run while you still can,
discover the world.
Leave footprints in every corner of existence,
because when you're as old as me your feet will be sore
and won't be able to venture deeper into the pockets of the universe.
Roots now bind me to this little house where I will keep moving down.

Gravity is too strong for me now dear. My skin has already given up. Succumbing to the mighty force. Falling away from my bones that lie hollow inside my cheeks engraved,with the memories too valuable lose after  lifetime.
So that when this world had
changed,
beyond recognition,
I will still hold inside of me the days that I spent in the sun .

As for my back.
Honey, the best thing you can have is a backbone ,
because when everything in this world in pulling you down,
you're going to need something
to keep holding you up.

My backbone,
a tribute to the years
I spent tiptoeing across
the coal beds of this life’s mighty fire.  But one day it will turn into a white flag of surrender.

That is when you know that gravity has won.
I will sink back into the earth
and maybe start again…
this is a spoken word piece that i wrote today and will be performing at a small thing tommorow, ahhhhh I have less that 24 hours to practice and memorize plus I'm doing this and 2 more so I'm kinda freaking out! wish me luck ;)
Amber Bowen Dec 2014
We’re told to memorize
And we do
Defined details haunting our minds
For eternal periods of time
Did you memorize me?
All of me
These peculiar invisible wounds
Curves and straight edges
The beauty that lies in the distance
Did you?
We’ll rinse and repeat until defeat
Until we figure out how to memorize
How to remember
Once it’s there, it keeps coming back
We eventually forget
But then, for seemingly long, brief moments
We remember
Like some twisted déjà vu
Was I that to you?
Quick late night thoughts that can't seem to leave me alone.
madyson shaye Nov 2014
the thing is I never once just got to enjoy it.
I never once just got to lay in your arms without thinking about how much it was going to hurt when you left. In actuality, every single time we were together I thought about what it would be like when we weren't anymore atleast 3 times.
so I jinxed us, right from the beginning and all the way up to last week when I was hanging upside down off your bed and I imagined not even being able to  sit idly through your life, instead not being apart of it at all.
I'm afraid that this love is all I have to give these days, and that makes me want to run from this city. I feel like my writing has only gone downhill with the days I stay with you but continue to write about leaving you- I'm jinxing myself, in every sense. I say I just want to be happy and I beg the clouds to rain something other than, well, rain, but I think deep down I don't actually want to enjoy life, because without my deep rooted agony and constant negativity what the **** would I spend my time doing? I'm jinxing myself, I'm forcing myself to fail. the door was knocked down and there's a gun to my head asking where the nicer things are, the ski mask comes off and it's only me, staying with a person who it will be physically impossible for me to be happy with. In any way, whether some how this gets better or not, I'll never be able to erase our past or be something different and the insecurities will destroy me. I'm going to blame it on this city and let myself leave to chase my dreams and do the things I always said I would only because I'm not sure if my pride can take putting all the blame on my own shoulders, but deep down I know if I do things different, I will see the change. If I listen the first time, I won't have to deal with the reprussions, if I date someone who looks me in the eye and doesn't ask me to be the understudy, I'll probably stop writing such self-loathing poems, and if I stop writing such self-loathing poems, maybe I'll be able to stop breaking my own heart. Maybe this is a maturity thing and one day I'm going to wake up and realize sabotaging myself is childish and pointless, or maybe I'll be that one 40-something-year-old aunt who drinks way too much red wine every holiday, makes innapropriate ******* jokes when the young kids are listening a and turns ******* the republican family members off into a game. maybe this was all for nothing. maybe I need to learn to write a poem where I say what I want to say as a fact instead of throwing maybe's around because I'm weak and cowardly and I'd rather stick my tail between my legs than learn to roar.
I never once got to hold your hand without trying to memorize what it was like for you to be close, so that when you left me I'd be able to recreate it any easier. I made leaving you so much harder because ****, I memorized it. I memorized every single word, and sigh, and moan- ****, yep the moans (****)-and cry, and I love you, and mady I miss you, and mady I need you. mady please dont go.
somewhere I created another version of us where I still think of these out of love and just simply having a good memory instead of replaying them over and over as a way to mourn you- I was throwing flowers on your grave before I even knew you. I can say you didn't give this any chance, but neither did I.
Clindballe Sep 2014
Until now I thought that I was over you.
But I realized that I was not.
I have not been able to wear my red hoodie.

The one that I used to wear when we were walking together.
The one were you would put your hand up my sleeve and hold my hand. The one with our memorize.

So I wore it for three days in a row to convince myself that I am over you. **Mission accomplished.
Written: September 7. - 2014

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