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shaffenstein Oct 2014
You are the stone thrown
into the depths of my river,
the subtle unsettling
upon my surface.
As you sink below my water,
don't fear that you may disappear
like all the secrets beneath--
from you the
stillness in my bones
ripples out and echoes sweet
from the deepness
that lives inside.
TSK Sep 2014
Skipping stones
And broken bones
And memories long gone
A summer through
Like me and you
As the leaves change on
I remember now
And it's my vow
To forget of all we've done
But I can't say
Within this day
To regret all or none.
I run on this lake beach,
Crunching over old bones and
My memories.
What I wanted to do,
What I wanted to feel.
I see the flat rocks,
The ones I wanted to skip so badly,
I just didn't know how.
I never could.
I thought you could teach me then
Smile remembering you--
Then stop.
The words you said were too much.
I want to collapse next to
The pile of rocks
And cry.
But I continue onward
Hoping.
Wondering when I will meet the boy
Who can teach me the secret of
Defying gravity.
Jillick Definition: To skip or skim a stone across water
Daylight 4U2C May 2014
I chose this path
No, no one else did just me
No one else did
So why do I want to blame it on them
I told myself I wouldn't cry
I told myself I shouldn't lie
I told myself these but, I do this anyway
I like to break the boundaries
Skipping stones across a forbidden lake
But I wouldn't listen to myself when I said stop
I grasped my memories; nothing else then I stormed out that door
I want you to believe it was your fault
I wanted you to hate yourself for it
To come to me before I left this door or....
at least to regret it all
But, I couldn't even be honest with myself until it was over.
I wanted so bad
To have some way of knowing you weren't just going to forget
forget about me
But I lied to myself we were never a "we"
It took me forever to realize
You didn't even care
much less remember me
So I take my memories, my blames, tears,and lies and will disappear before your very eyes.
"To the begining of the tape please
I don't like the end"
she said to me again and again.

— The End —