Baseball holds memories
of many things.
Its fields of diamond
smell of grass green.
White lines border,
holding childhood dreams.
Old men nostalgic
a child’s eyes wide.
Recalling young legs
once strong and lean.
Memories stirring,
the batter steps in.
Just one hit needed
bringing fans to their feet.
The catcher’s stance tense,
the pitcher throws heat.
Arms extend, bat glides  
It is a sweet swing.
Swiftly he strides
his eyes lift as he leaves.
The ball rises quickly;
a hush fills the stands.
The ball leaves the park,
their heads in their hands.

The crowd breaths
as misery sets in,

Yet, one man is left smiling,
his team gets the win.

I could go back
to every smile

I could go back
to every laugh

I could go back
to every touch

I could go back
to every look

But I don't wanna go there anymore.

I rather not feel like I'm portraying being poetic. I rather dive into these words and let us watch my emotions dance together in a campfire-like setting. We will smile and  reminisce years later; complimenting them on their great memory.

As soon as the exams were over, we will be taken over
To a place already familiar to us, as this was ours to be taken over always
The place was like forever before, a two story cubicle
With a small attic attached, the best part of it.

They welcomed us, as usual with some food and sweets
Which made us feel drowsy for the time being
And we will go to bed in the attic, which we will insist
As it was a place full of suspense and thrill

The attic was used as a storage room, with a bedding spread between
The enshrouded variety of storage, which will be our apparatus
In this lab of mystery, sometimes we will find some
Interesting things like, train tickets, military calendars and at other times, great mouth tangling stuff


|AB|

softly beating
a soul that refuses to fold
smiles that crumple, smiles
that are too bold

a weak pass, an afternoon
nap, a series of near-collapses

translucent pink curtains

eyelids that don't keep out the light;
eyelids that don't keep in the
dark
night

The steady thump sounds dull to my fingertips touch.
Shadows bend silently towards the spot in which I stand.
Rooftop corners morph into reaching hands.
Bare treetops beckon me.
Tiredness engulfs me,
Like the setting sunlight silhouetting the naked trees.
The tectonic plates beneath the surface of my skin shift ever so slowly.  
Allowing an ache to snake through me in whispers.
My blood gurgles in response to the changing sunlight,
To the rise in temperature.
My body ceaselessly remembers,
What my mind has tried so hard to erase.
So that I cannot pin the shiver that runs across my skin.

***** you
for making me think you would stay
(It's been over a year and I still miss you)
***** you for not checking up on me
(I desperately wish you would've talked to me)
***** you for flirting but never taking action
(I think you know it was more than that)
***** you for breaking my heart with nostalgic memories
(Every time I think of last year, you always seem to be in the picture)
***** you for staring at me the way you did
(Your eyes changed me and now when I see them I just want to run away)
***** you for holding back your feelings for me
(I thought for sure you would've done something by now)
***** you for messing with my heart
(Hearts aren't made to be broken, no matter how much people say they are)
Ha and for the curtain call
***** you because I still like you
(Ignoring me and all)