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i remember the scratching sound of the record player i remember the sharp blade of the scissors as the dim light reflected i remember the noise of the cars 4 stories below i remember the pills i thought of dying from so many times i remember getting so acquainted with death that i tried to join him i remember the red lines on my wrist i remember feeling the sharp sting i remember the music giving me life i remember the music making me feel things that i don't feel i remember the lights i remember fading away i remember my phone wallpaper i remember the music taking me away i remember blades of grass, so sharp in the morning sun i remember sitting in my window nook as it rains i remember the noise i remember shutting down i remember foggy mornings i remember not talking i remember not moving i remember not being able to breathe i remember the streetlights i remember not feeling like myself i remember looking in the mirror and seeing a stranger i remember the sound of a fountain pen on parchment paper i remember the taste of lemonade in the summer i remember cloth scraping against flesh i remember ribs poking through translucent skin i remember dizziness i remember the hunger i remember the sun i remember the rain i remember drawing with posca markers on my arm i remember dancing in puddles i remember slightly too long sleeves i remember my first concert i remember playing piano i remember feeling the sun on my face i remember the feeling of the car as it speeds up i remember watching ride the cyclone in my best friend's basement i remember the cuts i remember the red marks i remember the hunger i remember the hunger i remember the hunger
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Dec 9, 2024
Dec 9, 2024 at 9:27 PM UTC
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i remember the scratching sound of the record player i remember the sharp blade of the scissors as the dim light reflected i remember the noise of the cars 4 stories below i remember the pills i thought of dying from so many times i remember getting so acquainted with death that i tried to join him i remember the red lines on my wrist i remember feeling the sharp sting i remember the music giving me life i remember the music making me feel things that i don't feel i remember the lights i remember fading away i remember my phone wallpaper i remember the music taking me away i remember blades of grass, so sharp in the morning sun i remember sitting in my window nook as it rains i remember the noise i remember shutting down i remember foggy mornings i remember not talking i remember not moving i remember not being able to breathe i remember the streetlights i remember not feeling like myself i remember looking in the mirror and seeing a stranger i remember the sound of a fountain pen on parchment paper i remember the taste of lemonade in the summer i remember cloth scraping against flesh i remember ribs poking through translucent skin i remember dizziness i remember the hunger i remember the sun i remember the rain i remember drawing with posca markers on my arm i remember dancing in puddles i remember slightly too long sleeves i remember my first concert i remember playing piano i remember feeling the sun on my face i remember the feeling of the car as it speeds up i remember watching ride the cyclone in my best friend's basement i remember the cuts i remember the red marks i remember the hunger i remember the hunger i remember the hunger
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Night came to reminisce the past Lately realized; it won’t last Never known they will bite the dust, Sad to say, hard to take, it’s just. Remember the diverse seasons Smiling for distinct reasons Frowning with some explanations Simple yet complex descriptions. I missed such accompaniment Sentiments on our merriment Don’t you implore for that moment, Maybe because I’m too lenient. Delightful yet painful memoir This is simply paranoia Deprivation of euphoria, These epitaphs of nostalgia. Now every single thing is gone Even this poem is almost done The sorrowful presence of none And these happened because of one. Simply because I remember.
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Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 10:32 AM UTC
I Remember...
No such thing as too much kissing No such thing as too much love No such thing as too many hours staring at each other No such thing as too many cuddles No such thing as too much longing No such thing as too much love
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Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 12:42 AM UTC
No Such Thing
I remember the first breath of life the blinding light of an innocent world and the warmth of love and endearment. I remember the first wobbly steps through gurgles of a language only I understood and the toothless smile reflected off my twin on the wall. I remember the first spark of friendship when I laughed and you laughed and we smiled as the red string around our fingers tightened. I remember the first pounding of my heart when I locked eyes with smiling eyes and I swore my heart was racing with the winds. I remember the first ***** of betrayal with screams and stares of hate and anger hands trembling as we cut off the tied red string on our fingers. I remember the first swell of pride when I presented a night’s worth of work and was showered with praise and adoration with smiles painted everywhere. I remember the first door to literature with the intoxicating smell of ink and weathered down pages and lives spoken through words and feelings. I remember my first shattered heart frozen and numb with shock and acceptance with thoughts only on why? I remember the first light of love through hugs and accepting smiles adding to my growing smile and happiness. I remember the first heartfelt separation with happy excitement and tearful goodbyes as I left without looking back. I remember the first new beginning as I stared at the foreign neighborhood and wondered about the million possibilities that laid within it. I remember the first dawning realization when I stood alone and clueless and knew that nobody would come to help me. I remember the first timid attempt as I spoke up and tried to connect desperately clawing myself out of my protective hole. I remember the first true smile laughing and giggling and chuckling with friends in the open air of freedom away from the confined hole. I remember the first repeats into my shell when being brave and assertive was too much and the hole seemed so much more than just a jail. I remember the first self-hatred with fear imprinted in my eyes and how could I let myself continue this way? I remember the first new change from the moldable girl who lost her way to the fiery girl who decided to carve her own path. I remember the first self-love when I looked in the mirror and didn’t flinch as I saw a beautiful girl who worked for what she wanted. I remember many things, many firsts of my life, many positives and negatives, many unforgettable moments, which still continue on within a girl; on and on until the end of time.
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Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 8:22 PM UTC
I remember
I remember the first breath of life the blinding light of an innocent world and the warmth of love and endearment. I remember the first wobbly steps through gurgles of a language only I understood and the toothless smile reflected off my twin on the wall. I remember the first spark of friendship when I laughed and you laughed and we smiled as the red string around our fingers tightened. I remember the first pounding of my heart when I locked eyes with smiling eyes and I swore my heart was racing with the winds. I remember the first ***** of betrayal with screams and stares of hate and anger hands trembling as we cut off the tied red string on our fingers. I remember the first swell of pride when I presented a night’s worth of work and was showered with praise and adoration with smiles painted everywhere. I remember the first door to literature with the intoxicating smell of ink and weathered down pages and lives spoken through words and feelings. I remember my first shattered heart frozen and numb with shock and acceptance with thoughts only on why? I remember the first light of love through hugs and accepting smiles adding to my growing smile and happiness. I remember the first heartfelt separation with happy excitement and tearful goodbyes as I left without looking back. I remember the first new beginning as I stared at the foreign neighborhood and wondered about the million possibilities that laid within it. I remember the first dawning realization when I stood alone and clueless and knew that nobody would come to help me. I remember the first timid attempt as I spoke up and tried to connect desperately clawing myself out of my protective hole. I remember the first true smile laughing and giggling and chuckling with friends in the open air of freedom away from the confined hole. I remember the first repeats into my shell when being brave and assertive was too much and the hole seemed so much more than just a jail. I remember the first self-hatred with fear imprinted in my eyes and how could I let myself continue this way? I remember the first new change from the moldable girl who lost her way to the fiery girl who decided to carve her own path. I remember the first self-love when I looked in the mirror and didn’t flinch as I saw a beautiful girl who worked for what she wanted. I remember many things, many firsts of my life, many positives and negatives, many unforgettable moments, which still continue on within a girl; on and on until the end of time.
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I remember Reaching for your hand before we first kissed. I remember Enjoying the warmth of our hands touching as did our lips. I remember Measuring my words whispered in your ear, to take you beyond bliss. I remember Every tasted breath, before we kissed. I remember Minutes spent together, the blood pounding in my state of light headed bliss. I remember Brown eyes drinking in my blue eyes, as we touched finger tips. I remember Every tasted breath, before we kissed. I remember Relishing the next time our hands would be closer than our lips. I remember the letter you wrote saying it was better that this was good- bye, I was across the country and could not test the look in your eyes, gone cold. This rememberance is very old.
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Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 1:01 AM UTC
The Memory that Never Goes Away (A Triolet Plus)
I still remember you. Your smile, your laugh. I remember everything you used to do. It's been eight years And yet i still have so many fears. I thought you being gone would make me stronger...maybe I just have to wait a little while longer.
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Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 10:31 AM UTC
I remember
i remember we used to come here to talk about our twisted lives to look at the stars above to hear the silence of the night i remember we used to come here you'd hold me in your arms you'd whisper in my ear you'd listen to me cry i remember we used to come here when the city was asleep when the people were dreaming when we were alive and breathing
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Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 2:55 PM UTC
here
i can handle remembering the date of his birthday. i can handle the major memories. what sets me back are the snippets of the life i had with him. like the way he was always beside me, like the way he refused to leave my side when i was hurt, like the way he wanted to see what i just wrote down, like the way he nonchalantly blows butterflies to my stomach. those memories always break my heart. they come when i have a good day. they come when i do something or hear something or see something and when i remember, i can't stop remembering everything else that happened between us. that what sets me back from moving on.
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Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
the little memories
When you saw me With those blue eyes, My sadness crept. How can you see Through your own lies, Where others wept? Stop! I won't think; Not of our past, Not our present. I will not sink, Not now, I'll last And be pleasant. You broke my heart, I broke your hand; It's a fair trade. You tear me apart; I hide in sand, Waiting to fade.
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 7:40 AM UTC
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