#forgetfulness
educated by experience.
put into perspective.
into histories forgotten lessons.
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 9:47 AM UTC
Huh! you remember me?
'cause I've forgotten you!
It must've been so long ago
now for me to be able to
correctly recall the time
when I first knew you, or
for that matter, we'd met
somewhere back in the past.
Are you quite sure that I'm
the person you remember
as being the one whom
you say you knew back then?
If so, I hope there's no regret
for if there's anything like that,
it'll be good to forget that now
and move on with our lives.
________________
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 11:35 AM UTC
It’s hard to know exactly when
memories that had meant so much,
shuffled and shifted in their files,
loosing their firm order and rank.
Dog-eared photos fading amber,
growing unrecognizable,
little be little, mockingly,
labels falling off and mixing.
Dusty and folded, coffee-stained,
they’re all still there, in the shoebox,
ill-maintained and so thread-bare worn,
but they are mine, and I want them.
Dry certainty drip-drains away,
siphoning tears of rueful doubt,
fearful, shameful, irrelevant,
I’ll lie and name it apathy.
-Still Here
Oct 27, 2024
Oct 27, 2024 at 4:02 AM UTC
I distinctly remember the sweet smile of the day
And the fireflies that lit up the night sky
The blooming flowers on a beautiful day in May
I remember watching the birds fly ever so high
But I also remember watching the flowers die
Their vibrant colors turning then to grey
I remember the thousands of stories in my mind on display
Castles built from my imagination
I remember the friends that with I could forever stay
Just me and my fictional childhood nation
But now my brain has started a process of self-eradication
My vibrant stories turning then to grey
I've seen friends that I know I knew back in the day
But I just can't put my finger on who they are
And there's nothing I can do or say
As I watch the death of my own star
Now I don't want to finish this poem, must stay far
Because I know it'll turn to a dull grey.
Sep 27, 2024
Sep 27, 2024 at 10:06 PM UTC
Was I maudlin over our breakup? For a minute.
If I think of you now, it’s like a slideshow of unflattering images.
At the time, my breakup buddies reminded me you were a bad
choice - like a brand of deodorant that gave me a rash or fashionable shoes that chafed, even after they were stretched.
“Ruca,” my girlfriends would say, “you’re shootin-terrible, they’re a million pork-swords in the sea.”
Finally, I pulled the trigger - double-tapped us.
At first, reminders of you, those siren whispers of nostalgia, were everywhere - like the moon - which, I just had to live with.
You passed from memory though, that’s how memory works. Events fade, like last week’s chemistry test, or yesterday’s lunch.
Now, if someone asks me, “Hey, remember, what’s his name, your big love from high school?”
I say “Nope.”
I chose to laugh, dance - and shoot birds at the moon.
May 30, 2023
May 30, 2023 at 8:37 PM UTC
We picked up a rock one day
At the end of the road next to that orange sign
That always made you think that maybe they’d continue the road
If only someone cared enough to do it
We were young, like 16 or maybe 17 an age when we could feel the oncoming dread of life
But we hadn’t experienced it yet
We marveled at it for no other reason than it was the right kind of magnificent
In reality it was a pretty normal rock
We sat out at the end of the road for an hour and talked about what our lives would look like
The kids who would eventually fill our separate lives until they too left their suburbs behind
We always swore that we wouldn’t forget that day
It was too magical
But I have to confess to you
I forgot
I didn’t choose to forget it or do so in a rebellious act of growing up
Time passed and we got old
And there wasn’t really anything we could do about it
It was just another remnant of a childhood lived with other people
Before I knew the ones, I would choose to make a life with
And that memory would drown in a sea of clouding memories of my childhood with you
But then, today I found the rock
We carved our initials into it trying to make the moment last longer than we did
Our fleeting lives were nothing compared to the eons this little rock had seen
I thought about calling you up and asking
“You remember when we found this thing? The orange sign, how we swore we would always remember it?”
But I didn’t
We haven’t talked in a while and even though you probably know me better than anyone else in my life
It still feels too personal
So I guess if you remember the rock sometimes too
Call me
I’m still here
Sep 4, 2021
Sep 4, 2021 at 11:21 PM UTC
i open up to you
though at times, you make me regret it
we're friends, it's true
and yet, every now and then i forget it
you're here for me
and i'm here for you
so i wish your love for me
weighed as heavily
as the pain and trauma
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 9:03 PM UTC
A relapse into forgetfulness
Time never loses its deceptiveness
The tragic seeking of something
that is not lost
I found myself again through
words
My heart smiles
as I write.
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 5:46 AM UTC
I picked up my pen,
I took my notebook and just then,
All my thoughts are gone..
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 8:42 AM UTC
Unfortunately,
I'm stuck in the sea
Between you and me.
I swim relentlessly towards you,
but the sea never ends.
Tick tock and I forgot whom I'm longing for, and I'm lost in an unrelenting ocean of dread and misery.
Not knowing my starting point nor my destination, I find myself drowning in my own desolation.
I hear my name echo like thunder,
But the song of your voice resonates no more.
It lost its magic.
With all that surrounds me I feel nothing but blue. My mind no longer recalls what it means to be "Me and You".
Maybe had we met half way,
I'd still know who you are.
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 6:32 AM UTC
its the last walk through memory lane
i have memories of you, of us
but no matter how hard i try to stalk those memories back
my memory doesn't seem to last forever
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 5:27 PM UTC
I am usually an amnesiac
Which is why there is always
cheap stationery in my pockets
- "An inexpensive set from Faber-Castell"
I look to my scribbles when I'm lost
unless an unexpected shower
has been tasked to ruin them
- "Pages stuck together, smudged and stained"
Three monsoons have come and went
I don't carry an umbrella or run for cover anymore
I stand in the middle of the downpour, drenched
But I guess some inks are just too hard to wash away
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 8:17 AM UTC
Is it wrong to forget?
The mind is an ocean
Filled to the brim with thoughts
Rising like a crescendo
Before plummeting sharply
Like a tsunami
Then there are the feelings
Lurking around every nook and corner
Ready to catch you unawares
And take a juicy bite of your leg
As sharks do
As you go deeper and deeper
Total chaos reigns
In the form of perceptions and judgements
Those ****** icebergs
Which can sink even the unsinkable ships
Is it wrong to forget?
The mind is an ocean
Deeper than the Pacific
More stormy than the Atlantic
Even as you swim with the tide
Alternating between hope and despair
With every high and low
You barely manage to stay afloat
Eventually being ******
Into a whirlpool of depression
As you go round and round
You sink lower and lower
Until you forget where you are
You forget who you are
And you wonder
How you came into existence
So, tell me
Is it really wrong to forget?
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 2:11 AM UTC
We’ll meet again
Don’t know where
Don’t know when
The curves of her
Body
Haunt my memory like a
Specter
Aimlessly wandering my labyrinthine thoughts
When did I last lay my eyes upon her divine form?
We’ll me t again
on't know where
Don’t now when
I took her to dinner after I was relived of My post
Her dress fitted her form like a glove
Her eyes sparkled more than the ring
I Gave her
Watching her eat was like watching a symphony
Each bite executed with upmost grace and beauty
That was the moment
I Knew I found the love of my life
We'l m et ***
on kno whe e
Don’t now wh
Starting a family with Her
Was the greatest decision
I
Could’ve ever made
Our bed was a sacred site
The conception place of three beautiful
Children
Lord was I happy
Every day with them was a new adventure and
I
Couldn’t have been happier with what God gave me
My kids were growing up to be model American citizens
I had served for the dream and for
My
Efforts, I was given the reward to spend my life
With the women I loved
And to bring two beautiful children up in the world.
And lemme tell you
I
Was so proud to have a child as great as mine
We m t aga
D t no her
D w he
My wife found my keys sitting in the sink
After spending hours ripping up the house for them
I didn’t remember putting them there
we just blew it off as some goof up
I was moving on in years. Everyone makes their silly mistakes
But after that, things got worse.
Suddenly, it was hard for me to remember details of her figure.
I’d wake up in the middle of the night, getting ready for work
when I haven’t worked for 10 years.
Sometimes I’d worry incessantly over the stranger making their way into my home
a stranger who looked like they knew me
They’d be sobbing, calling out to me.
“I’m your son!”
I had no memory of any children of mine
W m t ag
do t no w
don ow h
Days didn’t seem linear anymore
it felt like I was just riding the wave of life
I only remembered the sound of the grand ballroom
The laughter and joy of the girl
the girl I danced with the night I was relieved of my post
That perfect, shining girl
What ever happened to her?
We’ll meet again
Don’t know where
Don’t know when
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 3:10 AM UTC
Hello again. How are you, Time?
Can you please stop stealing
Memories that are mine.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 6:11 PM UTC
I searched for madness
But instead found insanity
And images floating towards my popcorn ceiling
Lukewarm soap bubbles
Reflecting my ******* face
Elaborate on the details of a story
Too many stories
Few told accurately
Some forgotten for years behind the couches
Excavated and place in museums
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 10:43 PM UTC
In less than a month,
I will be 17.
You said you were sorry because you didn't remember
what day exactly my birthday was,
But come on,
I forgot my own birthday once.
Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 12:49 AM UTC
I guess we’re a bit distant now
And somehow, it weirds me out
We’re not so usually far apart
But now you’re filling me with doubt
I find the red string that binds us
slowly fades into a shade
Because we don’t seem to find a path
to make the both of us stay
And I guess I’m lonely now
maybe too hard to be found
I’m a plane flying to nowhere,
searching for solid ground
I’m a missing puzzle piece,
crying underneath the couch
I can see you piece others,
but you can’t seem to find me out.
I’m lonely underneath the sky,
wandering with no goal in mind
imagining laughter in the air
hoping I haven’t left you behind.
I hope of many things that I know
I didn’t want to happen or do
But I’m crying because I know now
I will never be this close to you.
And I guess I’m lonely now
maybe too hard to be found
I’m a plane flying to nowhere,
searching for solid ground
I’m a missing puzzle piece,
crying underneath the couch
I can see you piece others,
but you can’t seem to find me out.
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 4:36 AM UTC