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Lillian Teresa Mar 2019
One day I'll read this
And ask myself if it were true;
And it always will be,
Even if I can't recall exactly how.

Will I believe I was mean?
Spitfire with scorpion sting,
Gnashing teeth,
Breathing flames like a Phoenix fire?

Or will I be real?
Hurting inside like the rest of us
Insecure and flesh-rotting
Unbelievably happy, in spite of everything?

I'll try to remember
I found an old book of poems from when I was a freshman in high school, and tried to remember how it felt when I wrote them. This is inspired by that.
alice Mar 2019
box in the attic
filled with long forgotten dreams
and memories
the box is bursting with wishes and magic
open it
remember those times
remember that old skin that you shed
remember.
starstrike Mar 2019
Forget you
I have to
Six years and nothing to show
but singeing cold
and Melancholy’s sweet glow

Forget you
I have to
Six years of arduous arguments
and confidence sold?
Yeah, good riddance

Forget you
I have to
Six years of-
of cosmic conversation
undulating revelations

Six years of-
of seismic adventure
prismatic music creation
both of us our best contender
learning to wake from the world’s sedation

Wait!
Don’t go
Six years carved my soul...
But alas, that didn’t matter
****! Clouds shattered

You forgot me without error
But forget you?
I could never
Lake Mar 2019
walking slowly down my memory lane
funny how these streets stay the same
yet they feel completely different
like there's a little thing missing
something's off, i can't tell but i know
somewhere there's a huge gaping hole
inside my soul? i suppose
cut off too many things just to be safe
now i don't know where's my own place
a place to call home, contacts on my phone
all those things would make me feel less alone
or maybe not, just a thought
am i really happy with what i got
i can't tell what they are
a new house, a car
they won't get me very far
if i'm stuck in my own head
and i can't get out of bed
like a record on loop
i'm standing still but still i move
i'm ahead but i can't improve
i know i need something. i know it's true
and maybe that something could be you
Lillian Teresa Mar 2019
Flooding ant hills,
Stomping on spiders,
Bringing garden snakes
To school

Do you remember?
How afraid I was

Do you remember?
How you just picked it up

Do you remember?
Teaching me to cuss

Do you remember?
Teaching me to hide
This is an old one. Last one I'm going to be posting today, thank you to everyone helping me get my start on here!
Bill MacEachern Mar 2019
TOMATO CHASE

Now....
Out of season
They're reddish
Uniform in size & shape
Firm
And flavorless

In season
They're RED
All sizes and shapes
Firm, soft, some just right
And flavorful

Yesteryears
They were magic
Like the transformation of a caterpiller
The little yellow flower
Gives way to the tiny green marble
Stalk n stems grow bigger
Marbles grow larger
The green fuzzy rough stems
The scent
That wonderful smell
So unique to the tomato plant
They turn green to red
Some even get incubated on a sunny sill
When it's time
Knife reveals seeds and red splotched juice
And the TASTE
A taste that fades with our age
That TASTE that we chase every summer
Close
But never a ringer
Nostalgia
Leighanna Mar 2019
There are things I cannot remember,

There are things I cannot forget.

       To me it seems like an unfair trade.

The things I cannot remember sleep in the back of my skull,

The things I cannot forget scratch at the nerves behind my eyes.

        To me it seems like an unfair trade.

The things I cannot remember remain forgotten,

The things I cannot forget remain remembered.

        To me it seems like an unfair trade.
Kieran Mar 2019
Remember that
From far away
Acne looks like freckles
And grossly feminine hips
Are just curves

Remember that
To strangers you are nothing
But your looks are everything
And hair is just hair
And twins are just sisters

Remember how
When you were six
The names of different trucks
And dinosaurs
Seemed so very important

Remember how
When you were sixteen
The names you gave yourself
And others
Seemed so very important

Remember
When you are sixty
That to someone else acne
Is no different than freckles
And your name is so very important
Vic Mar 2019
If you're looking for a reason not to **** yourself tonight, this can be it.

Sometimes, we feel as if nothing matters.
We all do.
So i made a list of a few of my own reasons,
13 Reasons Why
I'm still alive.
And hopefully you'll change your mind.
Those moments you feel happy, and nothing but lucky.
And you wish nothing will ever change.
I will try my best.

Reason 10, The faded memories of a long remembered time.
These things are getting darker every time. So do I. Wishing This wouldn't be just the past, faded memories of times we want to remember. But I can't. These moments may have destroyed me, I still want to remember. Who I was, what drove me into this, and who I never want to become again. These memories are fading, my life is turning into a perfect one. I'm slowly suffocating. Why won't you let me be imperfect, And accept my past. We were young, And all we had was a city. But I don't mind. Will you please let me go back to the times love still existed here, The thoughts of getting out. You can let me go for once, And we'll still be okay.
E B K Mar 2019
I either remember
Far too much
Or far too little
And there is no
In between
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