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Tyler Mar 2021
A piqued sweater
A constant reminder of a snag in the design.
A moment unexpected.
A pull too strong for comfort,
but not so strong to tear the fabric
away from its intended purpose.  
Leaving less of a mark of the memory
and more of a reminder of what could be.
A warning of frivolity and reckless abandon,
or at least the consequences of such.
Not unrepairable. Not to be discarded.
Simply to be well-worn.
To be cautious of being caught.
To be lived in arms crossed, if need be.
To live in the present,
afraid of the future, or something akin,
and aware of the past. Unfading.
Aware of the thread so easily tugged
into the pattern of unraveling.
Tony Tweedy Mar 2022
I stand upon a familiar shore,
of white sands and ocean waves,
looked upon so many years before.

Salten sea breeze fresh upon my face,
casting mist and haze like some dream,
where I see that other time in this place.

In this place I now stand so all alone.
as if drawn across rolling dark waters,
to calmer days once warmly known.

Days when loneliness was an unknown.
where sun was warm and seas were still,
so long before any storms had blown.

I recall your smile there upon your face,
and you were there to share my time,
it was you that made this a perfect place.

But this sand now beneath my feet,
leads nowhere I would wish to go.
My only memory now of  loves defeat.

Waves roll and ebb high upon the shore,
sand worn away and faded coastal dreams,
the remains of the beach,
that was ours before.
Even memories fade and become shadows of what they were.
The years erase thought the heart still knows that something was lost.
Madeleine Mar 2022
I feel like not remembering
Your lips on mine
Is a beautiful thing
For I yearn to come back for more
Making every kiss special
Since I only remember
When in the moment
Zack Ripley Feb 2022
Today, I'm conflicted:
I don't want to remember you
But I don't want to forget either.
snipes Jan 2022
if i can't remember my birth
than i won't remember my death
AE Jan 2022
Thoughts of you rain down with the falling sky
Onto my skin, it soaks it in
Thoughts of you take the shape of water
Then transform into paper boats
And drown in our conversations
My memory becomes subject to erasure
You extract poetry from forgotten moments
Thoughts of you hold my hand when I’m lost
And mold into a compass when I’m in need
of remembering something that was good for me
Sin Jan 2022
It's been a year
Since I touched you

I still remember
Your rough movements
The warmth of your skin
Soft moans that escapes my mouth
And pleasure that you brings

It's been a year
And it's still haunts me
nick armbrister Dec 2021
Memory of water
Do you know that water has a memory?
Like my memory of you from our time together.
Across the years what is ours will endure.
No one and nothing can ever steal that or erase what is real.
It started when we met in the place of many people.
Why did we notice one another?
What act of fate brought you to my heart?
There for eternity and a day.
Do you know the answer my happy angel?
Are you water and I the solution dissolved in you?
Shaken vigorously and imprinted upon the very molecular structure.
Invisible but there, as real like our love.
Mysterious and exotic, mystical and ******.
Imagine making love in a summertime stream.
Your hair all loose and wild, raven and cleansed by our river of love.
Enduring for time because we are time.
We are love, we are water, the memory of water.
Always eternal and deeply hidden, visible only to us.
You my queen, my lover, my friend, my wife, my soulmate.
My lady of water, forever flowing.
Forever water, forever love.
So much more than memories.
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