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tmartin May 2020
words aren't insisting
to be enshrined in poems.
i'm forgetting you
MSunspoken May 2020
Moonlight dancing off my cheeks
A reflection of my heart
-tonight I will remember
how you tore me apart

Somehow
The sun shined different in your eyes
-a good front
for all your nasty lies

Every day
I marvel in the warmth that you made
-I thought you
could take my pain away

It was you
That gave me the world after all
-too bad shiny pearls
couldn’t break my fall

So close
For all my growing years
-as it turns out
nothing was that crystal clear

Your front fell
The moment I reached out my arms
-I was too late
to hear the alarms

If it wasn’t me
You’d be called out for your crimes
-never again
will you see what’s on my mind

But this new dawn is a bright one
Not even you can bring shade
-so in the end
I hope you’re still doing okay
This one can be perceived in many ways-
but always it comes back to a road you can look back on with a smile.
Better to remember how your past helped mold you into who you are- then dwell on what once ruined you.
Dez Apr 2020
If this was the last day of my life
I would say I’ve wasted life
A youth am I
And yet I know death is close by
Day by day life and time walk by
They never say hi
They just let you sleep
And later reap
What you have sown
They know I am flesh and bone
And that my life is a vapor
And I am as fragile as paper
But throughout these few years
I have increased my fears
For each day I forget
That my years are set
And I might not add nor subtract
So from now on I must always act
Never fall slack
For if I do I’ll fall back
Never gain
Anything but pain
So I must forget the past
Make the present last
And with the future in mind
Work hard so I might find
A full life without wast
And win this difficult race
That I have been set to face
And win this race I have been set to face
Elle Vee Apr 2020
Why can't we forget
How the weeds grew in our yard
The ones we  removed
The Foodie One Apr 2020
I loved You so much,
You would never imagine
What it felt for my Heart
to give You up - It’s still crashing;

I remember and I drown
in your dark eyes
’cause I found
I Still love You, my Dear -

What remains
can’t disappear.
© 20/04/19
Neetika Sharma Apr 2020
A black bird sits on my windowsill.

Mocking me with its unlaboured loyalty to the present moment.

I wonder if it remembers all the valleys it flew over, all the food it pecked on.

I yearn to know all the birds it must have known.

What it felt like to feel the wind under its wings for the first time?

Does it remember?

A black bird stands behind the windowsill.

Mocked and dawned with the task of laboured living.
Inspired by the constant wave of nostalgia and anxiety that surrounds me.
lua Apr 2020
him
the remnants of his laugh was the mere ringing in my ears
and the touch of his fingers
a phantom feeling
yet my skin prickles
and a shiver slithers
down the length of my spine
how could i forget the colour of his eyes?
ones that held the sun inside
every stare lights my flesh ablaze
how could i forget the colour of his voice?
each word spoken lined in gold
dazzling like his smile
oh, that smile.
and when my words faltered
and stumbled on themselves
he'd card his hands through my hair
but the world has different ways to torture someone
i won't be forgetting him anytime soon.
A Apr 2020
He'll come back
He always does
Finding his way back into your bones that carried him for so long
Returning to your blood, leaving it burning and cold at the same time
And even your hips will remember his hands, as they reach up towards them
Whilst your stomach will feel the exact same revolting butterflies as it used to

You'll find him everywhere
You'll see him in your words, the ones he taught you to say
In your chest, when it's getting harder to breath
You'll even taste him in your mouth from when you breathed him
From when you let him get into every inch of you
And now he'll always come back
Not for you, but he'll always come back
Letters from Lia Apr 2020
To you who whip through your pain,

Remember that your mind is abounding,
It is  mesmerizing
that when you start to talk about your ideas,
it's like your wondrous mind is pulling me
inside this enormous galaxy,
not a mere galaxy that is empty
instead it is full of heavenly bodies
and colors and life.
I fly in comfort,
I feel weightless.
When you talk about your dreams,
I can picture you collecting the stardust
and making a life out of it
Your eyes speaks like an abstract
of meteor showers
and comets
and auroras,
painted in one great canvas.
The more I explore into it,
the more I could understand
the rhythm of your thoughts.
If you're thinking
that your life had fallen apart;
Remember me,
me who you shared your light and hope with,
You came to me like a shooting star, 
So rare yet so beautiful.
Siin.li

Remember me, who you shared your light and hope with.
Andrew Layman Apr 2020
Let the rusted shackles remain
all the tread-marks and the bruises
to remind me in this life,
that I was once a prisoner
of my own habits.

Show the bars were fashioned
from the idleness
of my own two hands,
which bestowed upon me the title
of lecherous warden.
LET THIS BE A LESSON, Copyright © 2020 Andrew Layman
All Rights Reserved.
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