#alzheimersdisease - Hello Poetry

I don’t know what went wrong. Everything started out fine. Like morning light slipping through an open curtain, or like laughter that didn’t have to try. Building in soft colors; like pastels beaming through the water, fingers brushing like shy confessions. Promises folding into the quiet air. As if it all was to be kept safe. I don’t know when the air decided to change. When warmth thinned into the coldness. When words grew into sharp edges and silence learned how to shout into the distance. Maybe it was in the pauses. You know the ones that made you hear your own heartbeat. The walls didn’t fall all at once. They eroded overtime. A grain here, a fracture there. Until it all slipped through our fingertips like sand. Now I stand in the outline of what was. Sunlight pouring through the roof that’s no longer. Trying to remember the sound of what was once here. I don’t know what went wrong. Everything started out fine. And somehow, without warning, I was the dust after all. --Second Poem to this one-- They say, it’s supposed to get easier with time. The same routines, the same hands folded in prayer. Yet each day feels different. I wrote a poem earlier — Memories of Dust. But I never said what it was about. The mind is a powerful ***** until it weakens. until it forgets. until it fades. Today Pastor said, “From dust we were born to dust we shall become.” And I thought, how beautiful that is, the God knelt in the dust, from something so small, He created us. But when I look at you, the one I grew up believing could never break, I see how fragile dust can be. The mind is powerful until it isn’t. And love learns how to hold what is slipping through its hands.

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Feb 19

Feb 19, 2026 at 1:11 AM UTC

ArtfulExpressions

Memories of Dust

I don’t know what went wrong. Everything started out fine. Like morning light slipping through an open curtain, or like laughter that didn’t have to try. Building in soft colors; like pastels beaming through the water, fingers brushing like shy confessions. Promises folding into the quiet air. As if it all was to be kept safe. I don’t know when the air decided to change. When warmth thinned into the coldness. When words grew into sharp edges and silence learned how to shout into the distance. Maybe it was in the pauses. You know the ones that made you hear your own heartbeat. The walls didn’t fall all at once. They eroded overtime. A grain here, a fracture there. Until it all slipped through our fingertips like sand. Now I stand in the outline of what was. Sunlight pouring through the roof that’s no longer. Trying to remember the sound of what was once here. I don’t know what went wrong. Everything started out fine. And somehow, without warning, I was the dust after all. --Second Poem to this one-- They say, it’s supposed to get easier with time. The same routines, the same hands folded in prayer. Yet each day feels different. I wrote a poem earlier — Memories of Dust. But I never said what it was about. The mind is a powerful ***** until it weakens. until it forgets. until it fades. Today Pastor said, “From dust we were born to dust we shall become.” And I thought, how beautiful that is, the God knelt in the dust, from something so small, He created us. But when I look at you, the one I grew up believing could never break, I see how fragile dust can be. The mind is powerful until it isn’t. And love learns how to hold what is slipping through its hands.

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Pause Rewind Play In forthcoming It might have been nice To give you a reminder Instructions, possibly I’ve only left you duct-tape To fix what I’ve broken So you see, My father is gone now, passed away “Keep on smiling” Is what’d he say But till this day I can’t give way To the tears when the children Are out there in play With toys at the park, unbeknownst to the fade Of the memories at stake Neurotic gold Under sun’s rays Opportunities - but in sickness of health And I cry, Yes I cry How can anyone keep smiling When my brain isn’t surviving And I’m left with these tapes Low quality, garbage The only good videos are in my mind But they are too now dissipating So I just lay and never sleep Or eat anymore, In the white clean fresh room Chained to the bed _beep, beep_ One look at the window Is what my head will allow The only thing that it can do now My muscles are weakened, I’ve forgotten how to walk And now to talk So all I have left is my rotting mind And the grin I’ve kept frozen all this time For the day I meet him back in heaven So I can say “I’ve kept on smiling” Can you fix me?

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Dec 10, 2024

Dec 10, 2024 at 10:22 PM UTC

Tinajero

Father

Pause Rewind Play In forthcoming It might have been nice To give you a reminder Instructions, possibly I’ve only left you duct-tape To fix what I’ve broken So you see, My father is gone now, passed away “Keep on smiling” Is what’d he say But till this day I can’t give way To the tears when the children Are out there in play With toys at the park, unbeknownst to the fade Of the memories at stake Neurotic gold Under sun’s rays Opportunities - but in sickness of health And I cry, Yes I cry How can anyone keep smiling When my brain isn’t surviving And I’m left with these tapes Low quality, garbage The only good videos are in my mind But they are too now dissipating So I just lay and never sleep Or eat anymore, In the white clean fresh room Chained to the bed _beep, beep_ One look at the window Is what my head will allow The only thing that it can do now My muscles are weakened, I’ve forgotten how to walk And now to talk So all I have left is my rotting mind And the grin I’ve kept frozen all this time For the day I meet him back in heaven So I can say “I’ve kept on smiling” Can you fix me?

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I wish I could be near you The real you Not your shell I want to hear your laugh And see your smile Hear you call me jellybean I’m your baby girl, your only And always will be Keep hearing “nothing’s changed” But it’s all different You’re here but you’re gone You smile but it’s not real You don’t even know It’s me standing in front of you And my brother Who’s that? We’re yours and you are ours You’re still here but… You’re gone Who am I? I’m your miracle Remember me? Please remember me Your brown eyed baby girl A happy accident I’m your college graduate Your hard-headed brat You gave up everything for us I would be nothing without you Now I’m old enough to realize All you did for me Now I’m ready to say thank you And even though you’re to hear me And see me And be with me You’re not Not even close Not even at all It kills me My heart shatters Because now when I need you most You’re here but you’re gone

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May 11, 2020

May 11, 2020 at 4:29 PM UTC

amcnally21

Mother’s Day

I wish I could be near you The real you Not your shell I want to hear your laugh And see your smile Hear you call me jellybean I’m your baby girl, your only And always will be Keep hearing “nothing’s changed” But it’s all different You’re here but you’re gone You smile but it’s not real You don’t even know It’s me standing in front of you And my brother Who’s that? We’re yours and you are ours You’re still here but… You’re gone Who am I? I’m your miracle Remember me? Please remember me Your brown eyed baby girl A happy accident I’m your college graduate Your hard-headed brat You gave up everything for us I would be nothing without you Now I’m old enough to realize All you did for me Now I’m ready to say thank you And even though you’re to hear me And see me And be with me You’re not Not even close Not even at all It kills me My heart shatters Because now when I need you most You’re here but you’re gone

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Her mind has become a tangle of webs. Her memories fight against each other as she tries to recall her wedding dress. Words mix and mingle as her grandchildren tell her about their day. Past and present blur as her loved ones dance beside the lake. She weeps and she frowns as she realises that she's not well. She smiles as she bids her daughter farewell.

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Apr 7, 2016

Apr 7, 2016 at 11:00 AM UTC

alexander-a-nastasi

The Broken Mind

Her mind has become a tangle of webs. Her memories fight against each other as she tries to recall her wedding dress. Words mix and mingle as her grandchildren tell her about their day. Past and present blur as her loved ones dance beside the lake. She weeps and she frowns as she realises that she's not well. She smiles as she bids her daughter farewell.

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