#goodmemories
home made fried chicken aroma filling the evening air; pound cake displayed in beautiful glassware;
Lauren Hill, Floetry, Angie Stone, Kindred family soul, "blessing" all of our ears-on the road to see the grandparents-late 90s early 2000s were the years
Nathan hotdog with crinkle cut fries- and the little red fork-while on the way to visit grandparents' old house in Queens New york;
the grassy hill-the brick steps-the metal gate, guarding the door; inside the house-straight ahead-the creaky wooden stairs; on the left small living room-very comfty inside there-
it screamed nostalgia everywhere; and to the right an old brown piano-then the next room-was the kitchen-i remember a few stools- and counter space- one night, long john silvers-in there we ate; from the kitchen-there was a basement, that was cold on winter days
back home- the cereal box with an exclusive toy in there; chicken gizzards with potatoe wedges in the box- with hot sauce from the nearby shore stop;
nickelodeon, cartoon network, disney channel were the vibes; keanan & kel did a movie for Halloween-called headless night; goosebumps, scooby doo, cousin skeeter- was a time;
fast forward....small backyard BBQs-during summer time- father's radio playing music; PSone with childhood neighbor going on inside; games of scrabble in the dinning room-sliding glass door, that led outside....
those were the times....
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 8:09 PM UTC
I wrote your name on the ocean sand
5 meters offshore so it wouldn't be washed away
The shallow waves came but couldn't get closer to our line of fame
Watched the sun set that was pretty
Finally got to know what orange light looks like with someone
Said bye to the sun as it went back to sleep
Played in the water, rolled our bodies & enjoyed the last bits of the ocean's breeze
Made a vow to love & never be broken & sealed it with our lips
That's the joy we had in our ocean streets
By the river we had a seat, above the ground in the trees
Sat on our favorite branch & watched the leaves fall diligently
Listened to the birds chirp & wished we could fly like them
Stared so much though made no promises
From across we could see right through each others eyes
On Thursday's we stayed out late
Wandering along the streets till we found ourselves on my rooftop
Sat there, gazed at the stars
Made secret wishes that we later tricked each other to tell
Sunday evening was our calm not so quiet day
Time for sharing & hoped the new week went well
Had a sip of flavored coffee from the café just around the corner to warm our hearts and awaken the once "have to work personalities"
Embraced each other as we said bye before we lost track of time the more.
Feb 13, 2022
Feb 13, 2022 at 12:36 PM UTC
I planted a seedling
Thoughtless, unplanned, without a care
Now a magnificent tree
Brightening the dark forest of my memories
Standing tall, pine needles displayed
In rain or shine, winter or blaze
Maybe I’ll plant more friends for her
Or maybe she’ll be set on fire
But I hope after living my life
A colorful forest of trees is what I’ll find.
Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 1:19 AM UTC
oh papa
please
forgive me
for the
cigarettes
i secretly
smoked
with friends
under bridges
oh mama
please
forgive me
for the
alcohol
i drank
when you
told me
not to
oh please
forgive me
for being
a teenager
making
poor decisions
but
good memories
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 4:52 PM UTC
why is it that i can only really remember the bad ones?
i can still remember good ones but the bad overpowers them.
like that one time when me, my mom, and dad went to go get taco bell and when we came back they started arguing and let's just say that the car we were in didn't last very much longer.
or when my grandpa died. or my great- aunt. that was the first time i cried at a funeral.
good memories, let's see.
my recent florida trip. we also lost my family while there so i don't know about that.
my camping trip two years ago. i also had an asthma attack there so, never mind.
what i'm saying here is that your brain for some reason makes the bad memories stand out more and when you do have good memories you also have the bad ones in them.
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 12:14 AM UTC
Playin' games.
=============
Jay Text Sandman aka Skitz Text
*Set the timer click click now the clock is tick tockin'.
I came to play the game. Like a KNIK KNAK knockin'.
Your rhyme flow is slow you know like PLAYDOUGH.
I gobble up fine rhymes like a HUNGRY HIPPO.
Like SUBBUTEO I kick it.
Shruggin' off your challenge like BUCKAROO kickin'..
..up **** I sunk your BATTLESHIP.
You played out your game of CHARADES. That's it.
I dig deep in me rhyme dictionary.
You scrawl on the the wall like palsy PICTIONARY.
Not strugglin'. I'm jugglin' the rhymes in me head.
Slam dunk. KERPLUNK. Nuff said.
No, never. No way. Who am I kiddin'?
You know I got the rhymes. And I got the rhythm.
I confess. Like a game of CHESS.
Checkmate. No debate. Not a pretty pawn missin'. *
**It’s the end of the games like RIP,
I Multikill MC’s like COD,
Keep your mind on your MINECRAFT can’t catch me,
Cause Skitz is EC's Artillery,
droppin bombs watch the FALLOUT or you’re Dogmeat
FAR CRY from the old days of CRT
So your attempt is DOOMed best clear the room,
SWAT’s get Swatted Mic shotgun BOOM!,
Blast backdraft will destroy your CIV,
No cheat codes PAC em up MAN time to give,
RESPEC- to the PORTAL gun hangin’ on me hip,
You’ve got HALF a LIFE left faster than NO CLIP
But I said no cheatin’ Hackers get Hacked up,
No Multiplayer,cause you’ve no backup,
I’m glorying in the games we play,
Checkmate VS XBOX pass to Jay.**
Chorus
Not mentionin' names. We're playin' games.
Energetic and poetic and it's Jay to blame.
Set the mic aflame. We burn it up now.
Set the timer click, click.
*When I flex it's hectic. Like SCALEXTRIC.
Switch lanes to PERFECTION.
I've a MONOPOLY in this game.
Don't pass go. Go straight to jail.
You fall like DOMINOES. I leap like a salmon.
Tisk tisk. Big RISK. Now I have BACKGAMMON.
Stamina. A steady hand OPERATION.
Ace up me sleeve and I'm just playin' PATIENCE.
Got me POKERface on.
Read 'em and weep as the game plays on.
I got a dead mans hand but I animate the mic.
BULLDOGS charge. You know I'll reach the other side.
Back to me den.
Repeat after me like SIMON SAYS.
RED ROVER, RED ROVER. I call Jay over.
You think it's over ?
No my friend. *
Not mentionin' names. We're playin' games.
Energetic and poetic Schizophrenic to blame.
Set the mic aflame. We burn it up now.
Set the timer click, click.
**This Steam Machine is heatin' up a treat
So don’t be TEKKEN the piss,just feel the beat,
This KOMBAT’s MORTAL to enemies,
But it’s a full HEALTH PACK to Fans of E.C.,
So OverClock your CPU,
get your Soundcard Jumpin like chimps in SIM ZOO,
drop DICE on ICE from here to Timbuktoo,
STREET FIGHTER’s and Writers BIOSHOCKin' you**
Not mentionin' names. We're playin' games.
Energetic and poetic Schizophrenic to blame.
Set the mic aflame. We burn it up now.
Set the timer click, click.
*I SPY with my little eye.
Somethin' beginnin' with J. I let fly.
As your JENGA tower wobbles.
I smile. You drop tiles. Dropped your poxy box of SCRABBLE.
Look out. That could spell disaster.
Triple word score as the rhymes rip past ya. Blast ya.
Quick out the trap like The Flash playin' SNAP.
Check the lyrical master. *
**As the Dungeon Dragon spreads his wings-lets fly
playin' the game the pied piper pies,
catch you rats in me MOUSETRAP its a snap,
"cause I wrote the rhymes that broke the bulls back"
I'm the KING OF THE HILL I got ya QUICKSCOPIN'
in THE SHADOWS OF MORDOR prayin' and hopin'
for a hero like MARIO to bust you loose,
Jay's SNAKE'n' up the LADDER time to twist the noose**
Not mentionin' names. We're playin' games.
Energetic and poetic E.C. to blame.
Set the mic aflame. We burn it up now.
Set the timer click, click.
*What ya think ?
Me rhymes kink, bend and fold like TWISTER.
A wicked rhythm like DOUBLE DUTCH. Skip, skip.
Like EVEL KNIEVEL. Flywheel spinnin'.
Rev it up. Dump the clutch.
See me grinnin'. Knockin' down the pin and..
SPIROGRAPH lines in me rhyme. I'm spinnin..
..out of control. You can't cope with me GYROSCOPE.
I bring you back to the beginnin'.*
Not mentionin' names. We're playin' games.
Energetic and poetic E.C. to blame.
Set the mic aflame. We burn it up now.
Set the timer click, click.
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 9:09 AM UTC
when i used to see you around
i would get sad thinking of how,
both of us had gone off and found,
other friends, we were different people now
but i have come to realise
the hilarious adventures we had
they were truly meant to symbolise
that our time together was anything but bad
no matter if it came to its demise
when i now look back through our days
i will smile, and no longer tend to fantasize,
about 'what if' we hadn't gone our separate ways,
no more will i be unsatisfied, with the casual hi's, the hugs and waves
for now you and i both
we are happy where we are
forgotten is our age-old sworn oath
for then we were only kids, who rode in the same bumper car,
who shared that last chocolate bar,
and i know not, whether you think of me
in the way that i do
did i ever mean that much to you?
i'd like to believe its true,
but either way,
what we used to have will never die away
for those special memories that we wove,
i keep them in a small but cherished treasure trove.
♥
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC