I support truth,
I confess I’d rather
& forget everyone
I’ve ever met.
I met a fairy
At night that is starry
Telling our story
Like a poetry
It’s so cherry
With a scent so flowery
Now it’s a memory
I kept in my diary
Im feeling so airy!
When I read this poetry
Reminds me of a jewellery
That I love so dearly
oh LCD night! the incandescent yesterday
is burning to the touch--
my cathode-ray tube dreams, once switched off,
leave a film of electricty that leaves a shock on your finger
whenever you touch the doorknob.
the streetlights turn off when i step under them
and only when i look to them they glow.
i must have passed by this light a thousand times
and not once did i stop and think of it as anything
but a dim, yellowed, moth-ridden reminder
of the departed souls of roadkill
how many secrets are hidden beneath this concrete?
how much bubbling rage does gravel conceal?
Memories of Helen that I hold so dear to me kept In
my heart forever for there's no substitute for
Hold on to your memory for long as you can for when you love someone so very much that you can let
Through loneliness day and nights spent now alone memory Is probably the only remaining thing to keep one
I cherish every moment that I spent with Helen
Don't forget your promise to the stars.
Don't let all the misery, tear you apart.
Don't let your heart blow away in the wind.
Don't let my memory go out like a spark.
But if you do tonight.
I'll just close my eyes.
So I don't have to see,
when everything I love
Is set free.
A pain throbbing in my head
oh! When will it end?
A scene on repeat in my head
oh! when will this misery end?
Every excruciating detail
round and round
in my head
oh, when will it end?
when you can't forget.
you do not exist to me. in a world of shallow breaths and wordless apologies, you are a distant memory, barely a name in the wind, my aching bones every time it rains. every note in every song i can no longer listen to. i can hardly remember what my name sounded like when it was coming from your lips, slipping out from behind your jagged teeth, your poison tongue, it is so comforting to know that i am a version of myself that you never got to touch; that you never even got to meet. youre a tick in a mental calendar of days not to let myself be alone on. ive forced myself to believe that time and pain can breed nothing but wisdom in the hopes of convincing myself that ill come out of this on top but i dont know how to do that when you insist on making yourself a glowing beacon in the darkness of a wants to be, could be if youd let it be, almost there but not quite memory. i dont want to remember you. i dont want your ghost to linger. i dont want to hear your steady breath in my ear like a twisted reminder of what once was. what once was was a nightmare and i am finally awake.
Keep those memories dear to your heart
Of a loved one that has sadly passed on
Always remember your mother
She taught you how to be strong
She was the one that stayed by your side
She was one who always encouraged you
Always wishing you nothing but the best
Mom was always there to help and guide your way through
A daisy in a dragon flower meadow
water turns to lead
the air tastes metallic
A flower among weeds that grow so tall
a flower spreading seeds, hoping that, come fall
another daisy will bloom.
Come, fall, to the dragon flower meadow,
so that what we said when we were alone
will at last, like dust, settle.
I remember you well,
your crooked spine,
and heart of a widow
that’s turned so black.
What’s made you bitter?
I wonder, now.
You look back on years, but
you can’t go back.
Have you forgotten
my face by now,
even as I walk by you
in a roaring crowd?
Does it ever occur that
you could be wrong?
For me, the guilt I have,
it screams so loud.
There’re two kinds of people:
one kind forgives.
But that isn’t you, no,
and you don’t forget.
As I lean over to whisper,
“you’ve dropped your crown,”
your look is so telling -
you remember, yet.
Quick write - unsure of the inspiration or the significance.