It's like sweet song playing
And we're kids with that ball .
It's like chocolates raining
When I say that photo on the wall.
Some are faded
And few are scintillating.
The sky stops hailing
When to thought of those part of my life
The time had moved on
Dragging me too far
People say it stops for none
But never say it will make us forget who we are
Take a walk in your mind
Remember things you got , meet ones you lost
And Dust off your past .
The colossol sky was blue enough to absorb our anxieties
The immense clouds were white enough to provide us peace
The tall grasses were green enough to smile at us
The stony path was rough enough to burst us into meaningless laughters!
The consoling songs were melodious enough to help us foget everything
And...we were euphoric enough to enjoy every moment!
I miss the lost old days...
Coming back from school was not less than an adventure for those dreamy little girls!! Those days are just safely placed in the box of memories.
I miss the old us
Four of us having infinite memories
But there are days when i sit down the Night sky
Looking at the stars
Seeing them in clusters
Reminds me of old memories...
Eating the same candy
By taking turns
Taking it out throwing in the other's mouth
One cookie four bites
4 leaved clover
And a lot more
Things now changed
Now four friends whole school known
Turned out to be four strangers unknown...
I can’t look at your face.
It is a reminder of what almost was.
A reminder of the sweet words that flowed from your mouth.
A reminder of the times we spent.
Your hand casually patting my leg in intervals during light conversation.
A reminder of your plans and seemingly eagerness to talk to me.
A reminder of what could have been.
I’m not sure what happened between now and then.
What caused you to drift away, the tide carrying you in. Leaving not even a trace.
Do I miss you? Or do I miss how you made me feel?
You made me feel light and hopeful. Like I finally found it this time.
Like I found the one who would stay.
But you didn’t
#missing #brokeup #oldtime #moment
Seeing you after a long time.
Where have you been when you weren't mine?
It's not a crime to ask if I'm fine.
When we had the time, you said you couldn't.
Now you're saying sorry, but who wouldn't.
If you really are, tell me why.
Because of the old thought?
Or because I missed you a lot.
But to this day, we are only
p a s s i n g b y.
I miss the days when
I could speak without judgement
I miss the days
When I could run around,
I miss the days when
Everything wasn’t complicated
With the things going on in the world
And how much it changes,
It’s going to start to affect people
Terrorism and shootings have become common
And no one blinks an eye at it
Treaties are being made and destroyed,
With all this going on,
I just wish the old days were back,
They were filled with laughter and joy,
Not depression and self-loathing
Those days were filled with wonder
Not complicated and downright horrible
But I know,
Those days are behind us
And they may never happen again,
At least I have the memories of
Simplicity and happiness
This is me personally, not everyone else. I speak only for myself. Thanks for Reading, I hope you liked it.
Who still remembers how he looks like?
No, it's his cousin who's always in red,
asking everyone to keep calm, and...
He still keeps silent in spite of the fact
that he's fading away in our mind.
(A dangling strand of curly hair
a buttoned up, and earrings which never come at a pair.)
Either traffic or time washes him away,
as no one has ever noticed now his shadow under the sunset
is even longer than the toss-and-turn we once had at nights.
He’s the only one who will be quiet when listening to others
but we just snub/phubs him, and keep passing by.
I saw a payphone while I was waiting for the traffic light at a intersection today. It reminded me of the row of payphones at the hallway in my high school. It was the time when there were no cell phone and Internet, and many people would rush as quickly as they could just to make a call during sessions. I admire that the UK still value their traditional payphones and promote them as tourism attractions, unlike those in my country have been gradually forgotten. I feel kind of sad but can't do anything with it.
Still remember the words he wrote,
"I see my life vanishing in cigarette smoke."
Young, old soul
Ranting about the hearts he had broke
Can't help but see him when it rains,
Standing in the corner of the road -a smiling face
Too many years had passed,
Heard he was fighting in a rehab,
Such a dear friend –but time moves fast
We laid him down to rest,
Six feet under, I know he did his best
A friend is a friend,
When hearts break, you ought to mend
But when they leave,
Make sure love's all you send
In memory of a friend we lost to drug addiction.
I would rather close the door
For I can not fix ravage bind
Ruined along the plight
Tight hold no more.
Peer at the motion
Slowly teemed by caution
Loose its cleave
And just decided to leave.
Seek out the skeletons on every surface
Your no fun if you go to bed first
Those days were dark & merciless
You recited lies to my pretty face
I forgave you;
Lord knows we both sin
My fortune predicts I won't win
Cause you're already tasting that drip;
And you crave the bitterness
You can't cure him with charisma
And your love won't liberate him
So say your prayers till your voice is strained
100 Hail Marys won't alter this game
-Kellie A. Scranton
May 2017 - Lippincott days in moorestown