I can rewrite this poem
as many times as I want.

that’s the reason I do this.
the reason I sit up at night,
scribbling down sentences
that may never reach anyone’s ears,
stringing together words
that may never inspire anyone,
forming poems that may
never actually matter.

that’s the reality of it.
one day, these poems
aren’t going to be remembered.
maybe they aren’t even
remembered now.
maybe when they
reach my readers,
they go in one ear
and straight out the other.

but here, on paper,
I can erase what happened.
here, I can change the story.
here, I am in control.

I can rewrite this poem
as many times as I want,
but I will never be able
to rewrite the past.

What am I?
A walking collection
of slowly fading memories
It is certain that I would let
all the stories that made me
slip by and run far far away
and for that I hope that you
would do me a favor :
Would you please remember me ?

Moon in the sky
You shine from time to time
But when I miss you
You’re invisible to the naked eye

I look throughout the whole world
Searching for your light
You live within my dreams
I can only remember you
Through my memories

You have the power to make me feel strong
You also can make me feel frail
I’m overwhelmed by your gravity

All that matters is your presence
Pull me from side to side
Push me past the shores
Give me life to rule the world
I need you,
More than ever before

Tomorrow lingers on my fingertips

Smudged black ink as I flip through the memories

Hovering over faces and names

That have become foreign to my tongue

I can remember the laughter

Tucked in each crease

Until I am falling within each broken loop and letter

How easy it is to forget

And how much easier it is to remember

Tripping over my shadow

I watch the sun slowly set

Holding the last ray of light close to me

As if I can capture hope

single drops of rain
remind me of what I've lost—
your touch, my bright eyes.

Sleep, timer, wake.
What more is left to take?
Say it once, say it once more.
Listen and don’t ignore what all of this is meant for.

I drank a whole glass of nostalgia,
Took a flight around time,
And found myself sitting where I started,
In a state of unnerving silence,
Thinking about how the thunder
Stored in my swollen heart roars,
whenever I’m somewhere,
Lost in my memories.