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sushii Dec 2018
i do not know
what to write,

so i fill the empty spaces of my sentence
with the teardrops from the previous paragraph.

i do not know
what to say,

so i repeat the verse
i started yesterday.

i do not know
what my direction is,

so i write the stanza
winding into nothingness like a bookcase.

i do not remember
how i write my poems,

so i draw from feelings
felt long ago.

i do not remember
how to read,

so i recall a passage from a chapter book
i have yet to finish.

i do not know
if this has a rhythm or an order,

but i know i will find it soon.

poetry will come back to me
on the next crescent moon.
Robert Dec 2018
how I wish I had
photographic memory
just so I could
see you again
Mystic Ink Plus Nov 2018
For
Most of us
How to memorize
That's not a big deal

Within the core of the heart
Connecting dots
We all remember
What we want
What need to be
What are close

Grant us, the way
How to forget
So that
We could
Praise your glory
Genre:Experimental
Theme: Teach the art of forgetting
wisteria Nov 2018
tense tense ten, days left
the strain of a rope-wrapped-hand weakening
until the lights flash like first class grins do...
                                                do you remember

carol of the bells echoing off the walls,
the repetitions don't sound like chords anymore
but mutter, sigh, and oh no
i have so much to be sorry for
                                   do you remember when she

because the sun is setting at 4:43pm and
the warmth is leaving the world too quickly now.
dewy-eyed, no it's fine. everyone is happy, right?
                    do you remember when she laughed?

at peppermint tear drop petals
silver shine bright ornaments
red and white mix like the night on the bathroom floor
                     remembering, remembering, remembering.
the clock always tick-tocks the same

when she yelled, cooked, danced
with love until anticipation replaces grief
and family connections are dis
connected, confrontations, confusion

remember when she used to smirk?
                 no. this is how it is now...
deaths and christmas time.
kiran goswami Nov 2018
Pools of blood and streams of tears,
Unheard shrieks and unseen fears.
Prayers unsent and hopes never lost
Blazes of fire and burning frost.
He lost a daughter and she lost a son.
Too many went out that day but came back none.
The three-year-old lost his father,
The girl in the hospital lost her mother.
She did not know now who would protect her,
the dearest sister lost her brother.
The 'I love you too' never came back,
She waited and waited until the breaking news.
Loudest voices went inaudible
Lifeless faces muttered prayers
But maybe even God was not available that day,
No one could hear her, no one could see,
The little girl did not know who to pray.
He waited in the balcony for his blue toy plane,
But neither did dad arrive nor did his plane.
She did not know his "Darling, I'll be home soon" would never come.
Neither did the woman whose son's first day at job became his last.
He struggled till his last breath,
for his son was waiting,
The toy plane remained wrapped in his hands but soon he was no more breathing.
Although it's been a decade since then,
And maybe they're all in heaven
But can we take out a moment to remember them,
Since it's 26/11.
It's been a decade since the 26/11 terrorist attack took place in Mumbai, India.
It's been one whole minute.
Only a second from saying" I love you, Goodbye"
And an eternity, since the Lord stole you away.

I have become hollow. Wrapped In a cold blanket of sorrow. An intense case of a broken heart. The ghost of you won't ever be enough.

I tried to smother your soul. Take in what I could, but you were ready to fly home.
Now, I only have your words and promises.

You told me that when my tears have drowned my heart... I should drain the sadness by listening to our song.
That I will find you in the melodies and lyrics that once brought us so much fulfillment.

You told me that when I'm missing you so bad to watch a sunset. A sunset will bring me peace, and I will find you and admire your beauty in a warm pink sky.

You told me a lot of things ....
Just when I thought I was ashore,
My waves crack once more,

Here I stare at the walls above,
Lying, aware of nothing more.

Just when I thought I was home,
Just when I thought I could be alone,

You came,
You've grown,
In, and out of my fleeting realities,

I fly athunder'd by this reckless mind,
I fly, blunder'd into the past I'd thought I'd left behind.
Sleep,

Quiet, I say.
There's nothing left to say but,
Just wait.
There's no need to cry,

I'd merely thought I'd lost my way,
Silently,
I just have to remember,

My yesterdays,
Will never be my tomorrows.

~Robert van Lingen
JAC Nov 2018
I will not make you last forever
forever is too long a sentence
imagine

writing you down
will not immortalize you
don't you know pages tire too

how selfish of me
to think I can preserve
a force like you

so you can tear yourself up
whenever you want to be forgotten.
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