#bygone
You told me
there was a certain beauty in the never-return —
cherries wither into whispers of smoke,
river shivers upon winter's stroke
sparrows mourn and sing and forget,
how we used to be strangers, lovers, then strangers again
deep in the darkness you stared at me, smiling
with a mouth of pearly teeth
crushing the piling blossoms underneath, saying
I better remember this fading fragrance, and
carry it to your grave,
for this is our last parade.
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 12:09 PM UTC
I wrote on your back words of a bygone era,
Back when we were a a collusion in the making
Not souls, not cells, not matter
Yet by then, Nabokov had already met Véra
And to her, he wrote about a strange joy
Ane what he knew right when he met her:
He only ever existed within her eyes,
He was only ever seen through their letters
I’m not sure you hear the same notes,
And I want to be a lover, not a beggar
I want hear the songs of your thoughts
On a loop, growing louder, forever
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 10:38 PM UTC
Let bygones be whatever they'll be
and regret a thing of the past,
temper that sorrow
with plans for tomorrow
and invest in friends who will last.
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC
A functioning body
Sealing a hollow soul
Apathy created
Emotions she stole
Time to reveal
That memories gone lost
Bygone passion
Eluded at all cost
Lack of space
Aggrieving the heart
The condition demands
A solution apart
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 7:22 PM UTC
Wide eyes wandering,
To settle upon such an empty space,
Yet willingly, they must trace,
That vast collage,
The most toilsome jigsaw,
How loving that imagery,
Our hearts pieced together,
To accept you,
As my beloved forever,
Though,
A puzzle untimely broken,
Lost to a box,
Eternally unspoken,
The flicker of afterimages,
The best pieces of you,
Inhabiting such bare space,
This forsaken heart,
An utter disgrace.
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 4:03 AM UTC
Awoken I receive a sight of celestial beauty,
Awoken, I gracefully lie safe in your affable aurora,
Awoken, our fluent dance of both heart and mind appears only eternally foreseeable.
Awake, the mere construction of you dwindles,
It was just a dream, I should have known.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 8:08 AM UTC
You, ...., Had me all
She, ... ,Made you be the gone
He, .., got you all
I, ., Died a death
.,
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 12:46 AM UTC
Meryl Streep
'Twas was kind to me once Golden Globe
where her platitude slightly disingenuous
while her free spirit inside of me spoke
though she'd wander in spite of an Edsel
'twas driven in wake of free speech
and determined to die forthwith misery in chocolate.
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 6:55 AM UTC
bygone
you left me
with "miss me"
long gone
And exactly that
you can find me at
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 2:33 AM UTC
Yesterday.
As a breeze…
comes and goes gently
As a cloud…
quietly leaves noone sees
Nostalgia perhaps can’t be gone
On the street I walk alone
Passing the old place I was not alone
Ahead corner wakes my concern
Let it bygone, let it foregone
Time to turn so turn
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
I reminisce by this railway siding pond,
Musing on rail relics rattling on,
Recalling lives and times bygone,
But memories of their shades linger on,
The lonesome call of distant steam trains,
Eras that may never come again,
I see they're gone nowhere in particular,
Replaced by planes and transport vehicular,
I imagine queues on foggy platforms,
Awaiting the misted trains' shadow forms,
Standing by, expecting the status quo,
I blink my eyes, where did they all go?
Looking backwards along yesterday's track,
I'm no kid any more, get off my back,
I reflect and reminisce,
Nostalgia is for the times we miss,
I'll reminisce by the railway siding pond,
I recall the times and lives bygone,
As ghosts of rail relics keep rattling on......
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
Many miles traversed
Between those thoughts
Each birthed during
Circumstances unique
To times which are bygone
Time has moved on
Yet, they still occupy a place
Deep within the mind
Without any inferences
They could have been different
As you toy with ideas
Trying to apply today’s solutions
To an era gone by
Each compartment
Demarcated with timelines
Minds traverses
A different trajectory
Time may have long forgotten
But the mind has its own reasons
To keep those thoughts preserved
Much weary we may be
Yet, sometimes
We cannot but refuse
To traverse between those thoughts
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 7:52 AM UTC