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Raul M Murray Jul 2020
A memory is fading
Like a plucked guitar string
Life is like music echoing
Leaving moments of loving
But existence is tough can be distressing
Recall is a flashback jogging
Of those days we we're fooling
Recollection of parties drinking
*** & coke £10 to go clubbing
A memory is a souvenir
Everyday a memory a premiere
Show God's cast a simper
Smiling is like sunshine in summer
Outnumbering grey matter of choler
Make the most of every premiere
May not be what the heart desire
Your smile can lift any soul higher
Transforming the human frontier
choler | ˈkɒlə |
noun [mass noun]
(in medieval science and medicine) one of the four ****** humours, identified with bile and believed to be associated with a peevish or irascible temperament. Also called yellow bile.
• archaic anger or irascibility.
Rose Jul 2020
Remember when I said I'd see you one day?
Remember what I said to make me feel okay
About myself and now you're gone

I know you don't know me but I shoulda said goodbye
So many beautiful people I've lost in my life
And I know you didn't deserve to go

It's no myth though I try
To get you out of my eyes
Tear it out but there goes a piece of my life

And ever since you died
I've been trying so hard not to cry
And I keep thinking that I didn't say goodbye

And I remember that I loved you so much
Even though we never were close enough
So many memories I never got to write

I remember how I said I would meet all five
But in the end I suppose only four would survive
But I still know that you didn’t deserve to go

But you were too young, too needed to fade away
On such a beautiful day
Leaving our sorrow and pain
Nothing can bring you back this way

I prayed that one day
I'd get to meet you this way
So now I think God's fake

And I'm just praying, hoping, thinking, I shoulda said goodbye
Just a song I wrote for today's date- 7.13.20. for Grant Imahara, who passed away today. He was the host of MythBusters, the TV show which was the only thing that really worked helping me out of depression. I never met him but I keep hoping that it's all a cruel joke someone played on us. I promised I'd meet him one day and now I never will. Still hoping it's all a nightmare.
Imran Islam Jul 2020
You find a story to read it out
And I imagine you to write.
You are a photographer
And I'm a dream painter.
If you want more rain
Then I will bring it again,
You are who I'm dreaming
But I couldn't be your darling!

You like my poetry, but not me
Because they're all about you
I love you as the tide to the sea
But you don't care about me.
I always think of you
Even I'm dreaming of you
But you keep blaming me,
I'm not perfect, but trying to be!

Maybe I couldn't be your good friend
So you treat me like you should
I'm alone but very good!
It's just I need to halt your trend.
Here I'm enjoying my loneliness
'Cause you love someone else
I'm in a cage, but you're free indeed
Wherever you go just remember me, friend!
Ryan V Jul 2020
You say you don’t remember
Meanwhile I can’t forget
All the times and all the tones
Of every word you ever said
And still I feel that I don’t know
Whether I’ve got credit or I’ve got debt
I don’t know if I still owe
Or whether I’ve paid it all off yet

And now I’m sitting slack jaw
Stunted shattered and afraid
I hear the buzz of the saw
Your cruel love is the blade
Cutting deep, I’m sinking now
Beneath stark waves of pain
Time moved the edge straight down
Past the nerve into my vein

I’ve yet to let myself forget
But you say you don’t recall
I can’t seem to, I just need to
******* give up forget it all
And when rain pours to the sky
The earth crumbles from above
Only then will it pass me by
The memory of your love

You say you want to be a friend
You said its me not you
You said that we would never end
You said we’re a bond we can’t undo
But you did...
and I can’t...
and I won’t...
Forget it.
Remember those nights
When we were close.
All the trouble to you, I cause.
We had All the fun and watched many shows.
I miss those the most when you giving me  romantically rose.
You are the best thing that happened to me you know.
jia Jul 2020
it's funny how i remember you in any way possible,
and when I do,
i realize you're irreplaceable,
how i wish i am too.

there's this time i heard your favorite song,
i reminisce how you'd repeatedly say you love it,
and when i do, i listen for it so long,
suddenly, the sadness just hits.

i even recall the moments when you get all my joke,
remembering that my humor is not something anyone can perceive,
and when i do, i just laugh and croak.
it's sad that you just had to leave.

i think of the time when you first heard my voice,
you kept on teasing how i sounded so cute,
but now that you're gone i have nothing to rejoice.
instantly, everything just turns mute.

do you remember when i tried not paying attention to you?
when i keep leaving you on read?
i was just so scared that you'll go and leave me out of the blue,
funny cause now that's what happened.

and i still recall when we play this certain game,
i'd be the one to start it but I always forget to join so I would be shocked.
now, without you, it is not the same.
cause without you, everything just stopped.

you keep on reminding me to remember,
so i try my best to recall.
i know for a fact that you'll never be back again ever,
but I just wanna say, I remember it all.
t Jul 2020
day 6
was yesterday
and i’ve never been great
at committing
but this one
i can try again and again and again and again

remember when i was younger?
the way my fingers always itched to swim across the keys
to send words sailing across the page
i remember too
and i feel waves of nostalgia for that person

i wonder where she went ..
Lundy Jul 2020
I remember our first conversation. We talked about mermaids.  You made a joke about sea foam, I was intrigued.

I remember you asking me out the first time. And I remember telling you I didn't think you were ready.
You lashed out. I was freaked out.

I remember you leaving without warning. You dropped out of all your classes and hit the road.  For 6 months you sent me pictures of campsites; of elk and bear you'd shared sunsets with. Pictures of you next to cliffs you'd scaled.  Via texts you recounted a story of how you'd climbed a mountain just to find reception to call your ex. I remember wondering why you would tell me that? I felt jealous. It turned me off. I remember you complaining to me that she was a "feminist" I said "Good for her." We both should have known then.

I remember sending you Gloria Steinem quotes with every campsite picture you offered. On your way back to California,  you asked to see me again.

I remember our first date, and how you asked if you could kiss me. I offered you my cheek, and later that night I couldn't stop thinking of your lips. You texted me that you wanted more. I remember touching myself as I fell asleep.

I remember you telling me you would die for me.  Laughing I told you, "That's so dramatic." You smiled confidently and told me you loved me. I said it back. We were watching 28 Days Later. I remember thinking we were so lucky.  

I remember building a bed out of blankets and pillows on our empty apartment floor. I remember countless trips to the hardware store, we were determined to build our own furniture.  I remember planting a garden, and proudly harvesting the garden. I remember frequent candle lit dinners. I remember your hands traveling up my skirt as I poured you more wine. I remember I wasn't wearing underwear. I remember us spilling the wine.

I remember telling you that you were my bestfriend. I remember pretending to be okay when you told me you already had a bestfriend and a soulmate  but that I could be your wife.

I remember the first time you hurt me. You regretted it immediately. Held my face in your hands I remember you kissed my cheek, again.  I still trusted you.

I remember the first time I hurt you. My off-white satin dress reflecting the moon. My animosity verbal daggers, I was so ****** I forgot to be ashamed. Sometimes I still forget.

I remember you telling me that I will never be your priority. I remember transferring money into your bank account. Weekly. I remember working 12 hours and coming home to give you head. I remember falling asleep on your chest as you massaged my neck. I remember thinking that was love.

I remember finding women's underwear in our laundry. An earring in our bedroom, and butterfly hair clips in your car. I remember not believing you when you told me they were your sisters. I remember letting it go.

I remember that time you threw me against the dresser. I remember you telling me it was my fault. I remember letting it go.

I remember with you I had found a sister and a mother. I remember realizing these women I loved were victims of abuse. Belittled and silenced. I remember realizing I was a  victim of abuse. Belittled and silenced. I remember being disgusted with myself. I still wanted you.

I remember you calling me abusive. And you were right, I had changed.  "A cornered dog may cower, or it may bite." Our therapist had said. Do you see any of that now? Do you see how bruised I was?


I remember almost getting murdered. And how much I struggled to feel alive after. I remember asking you for help. You told me it's not your responsibility.  

I remember the anguish.  I remember thinking about suicide. I remember telling you I didn't know how to survive. I remember you telling me I was weak. I remember behaving, feeling, like my mother.

I remember you hovering over me. Intimidating me. I remember telling you to step back. I stood on my tippy toes to look big too. And when you didn't back down, I chest bumped you. I remember you weren't sure if you should laugh or fight. I remember you telling me you didn't love me anymore and you hadn't for some time. The next morning I woke you up with my mouth on you.

I remember you leaving me. I stood in the doorway and promised myself I would not beg. I let you walk away. An hour later you returned, but not for me. It was never me. You took your gun and video games and again I stood at the door. This time I begged you to stay. I remember you walking away. I remember our dreams. I remember understanding that I was ******* done.

I remember packing under a THC haze. I remember leaving my lingerie for you to find in our closet.  In your closet. The black one with the garter belt on display. I remember Bodie having diarrhea on the carpet. I left it there. I also left you with enough money for two months rent. I remember you texting me telling me I owed you more.

I remember the day I ran out of clean underwear. I was late for work and so I wore your sisters, or were they your ******? They fit comfortably. I felt sick. I ***** called my neighbor when I got off work. I remember opening wine at 3am and doing everything to him that you used to ask me to do to you.

I remember you reaching out to me over some ******* excuse. I told you that you had already lost me but that wasn't yet true. I just had absolutely no faith left in you.

I remember that none of it was ever worth having you.
Dayda Jul 2020
Back then
Life was easier

Back then
Life was happier

Back then
Life was calm

Back then
Life was at ease

Now
Life is challenging

Now
Life is a mixture of feelings

Now
Life is happening

Now
Life is sometimes at un-ease
When you were a child, you glide through life at your own pace because your parents were always there to fend anything and everything. Now, it's your turn and you discovered that their responsibilities were never easy.

Appreciate your parents. They have gone through the deepest oceans and highest mountains for you.
Amy H Jun 2020
sing me a tune, Band Man
rock me to weep.
take me to heaven
on a song I can keep

my heart has a melody
you seem to find it.
the rhythm surrounds me
and in my soul binds it

rolling and swaying
we feel the same groove;
laughter in unison
as one body move

no time to be weary
on memory wings;
when this bird comes flying
we leave all the things

behind us is worry,
lose anger and fear;
we have only music,
a few happy tears

ride into the moonlight
on serenade of peace;
its waves will hold and thrill us~
may magic never cease.
This is when I know I am still me, finding a write in all the fray.
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