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Justyn Huang Mar 2019
Kiss me goodbye
For the first time
Ever.

Kiss me Hello
For the last time
Gone.

Kiss me Again
at the rise of
Dawn.

Kiss me for kissing's sake
As we go
Hold -- my heart up
for the world to know.
Vic Mar 2019
A lot of photo's
Are taken every day.
But a few are really special.
So many memories,
Shared with my friends.
The world tears us apart.
But we stick.
The problem is,
Will you still remember me,
If these pictures are lost and gone?

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I'm writing a small poem every day, about how I feel or the world around me. This is #3
Matthew Vargas Mar 2019
Only years could wash away these feelings.
because ive spent a millennia memorizing
how your eyes light up when you smile, the dimples surrounding your cheeks.
how you look down when you're flustered or ashamed.
or the way you laugh, hiding the action with your hand in front of your face.
but you're gone.
You're gone and there's not a single thing I can do to change that.
Elicia Hurst Sep 2019
Today I leave nothing to the imagination
In a historically accurate setting.
I, your narrator to navigate through
Corridors of a physical mindscape
(no escape)
Decorated with impressions and caricatures.
Follow my voice,
I invite and incite all Memories:
A curation of characters and sentimentalities.
Taxidermy preserved to its last breath.
Exhibitionist curiosity.
I must be an architect
to reconstruct a desolated house.  
"Welcome home," to my
Recollection residence.
Archaeological labor too, to unearth
Buried civilities and forgotten feuds.

To stand in the ashes of
A prison of twelve winters
On summits is a struggle
To surmount shades and shadows.
Pouncing, pulse,
I suture each slash with sleep.
But here you are,
pilgrim of an echo,
breathing life,
you have struck a chord
—And a dissonance that
thrusts me into the future—
that rings through my forlorn past.
This time, in that foreign country,
a new page slowly, slowly turns.
20 Jan 2019
Empire Mar 2019
It's so much easier
To make myself feel
Pain
Than it is
To induce the same
Magnitude of
Happiness
So, when I would like
To remember
I'm alive,
Guess which one
I choose.
Ciel Mar 2019
Remember?

Remember when we were just kids?
When we used to dance in the rain?
without a worry and careless?
We did not think about how sick we might get
or how bad we would look with our soaked clothes.
We did not even worry about the following minute.
We were not worried about people watching us,
Hell, we did not even understand the notion of judgement.
we just lived in the moment.

The feeling of the droplets of water on our little faces
as we looked up at the sky laughing and waving at the clouds.
The movement of the water in harmony with our feet
as we tried to see who could make the biggest splash.
The happiness those little moments brought us
was greater than any menacing consequence
or possible future problems.

Those were simpler times.
Happier ones.
Ones I wish I could relive.

They are the ones we spend our whole life chasing after
without truly ever reaching them
  because
we think too much,
plan too much,
worry too much.
So much so that we sometimes forget to live.

If you can,
hold onto that innocence,
That fearlessness,
That carelessness,
That spontaneity,
for once you lose it,
once you conform to the absurd idea
of growing up being a synonym of worrying more,
you will have this hole in your spirit
this hole left by the lost of
a feeling we do eve have a name for.
I will always remember
the time it felt like the stars
Took their time to align
For the both of us...

I will always remember you.
Do you remember the day
Our souls first clashed?
Do you remember the way
Our hearts embraced?
Do you remember?
Because I remember
How we connected in hurt,
How we danced under lights,
How we bled from our eyes,
How we loved-

But does it really matter,
If all I have left are memories of you?
Memories,
They’re no substitute for you,
For the waves in your hair,
For the squint in your smile,
For the way you say my name,
Or for the way you drive.

So I want to forget you,
Because I can’t be with you,
Because I had to say goodbye.
And though it’s not forever,
It could be
And probably will be,
Forever.
To my best friend; I will always love you.
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