#olddays
How brave of you to cast your
tears at your enemy,
and how whimsical to invite yourself
to Jupiter during this leap year—a time
for dancing to honor a fire in your
grandmother's name. I understand
how you forgave her, given the many
desires she had that you could not fulfill.
Perhaps you consider all the painful secrets
and blinding smiles she endured,
so show her grace as she plays the vinyl
of her favorite song on repeat, without dropping that penny.
Remember, music is the baptism
of every religion, and there should never
be a chip on your shoulder, knowing you are God's creation.
We are a cherished old town, full of potential to rise above our past.
Let’s gather in the meadows of daisies and extend a peace offering. While we still have dreams tucked away in the cupboard, we can sense that the shutters on our windows are in need of repair, reflecting our desire for renewal.
Apr 9, 2025
Apr 9, 2025 at 2:46 PM UTC
The sky so gray
the ground so sleek
i remember so vividly
as we walked down the street
for the first time
i seen your eyes shine
as you watched over me
so protectively
don't think i didn't see
we go to the place we were going
somewhere i've never been
but soon will be going plinty
and somewhere you'll return later that day
i miss the old days
the sky so gray
yet we were happy
Dec 5, 2021
Dec 5, 2021 at 11:04 PM UTC
It's like sweet song playing
And we're kids with that ball .
It's like chocolates raining
When I say that photo on the wall.
Some are faded
And few are scintillating.
The sky stops hailing
When to thought of those part of my life
But
The time had moved on
Dragging me too far
People say it stops for none
But never say it will make us forget who we are
Take a walk in your mind
Remember things you got , meet ones you lost
And Dust off your past .
Sep 16, 2020
Sep 16, 2020 at 12:34 PM UTC
The colossol sky was blue enough to absorb our anxieties
The immense clouds were white enough to provide us peace
The tall grasses were green enough to smile at us
The stony path was rough enough to burst us into meaningless laughters!
The consoling songs were melodious enough to help us foget everything
And...we were euphoric enough to enjoy every moment!
I miss the lost old days...
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 4:49 AM UTC
I can’t look at your face.
It is a reminder of what almost was.
A reminder of the sweet words that flowed from your mouth.
A reminder of the times we spent.
Your hand casually patting my leg in intervals during light conversation.
A reminder of your plans and seemingly eagerness to talk to me.
A reminder of what could have been.
I’m not sure what happened between now and then.
What caused you to drift away, the tide carrying you in. Leaving not even a trace.
Do I miss you? Or do I miss how you made me feel?
You made me feel light and hopeful. Like I finally found it this time.
Like I found the one who would stay.
But you didn’t
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 3:03 PM UTC
Seeing you after a long time.
Where have you been when you weren't mine?
It's not a crime to ask if I'm fine.
When we had the time, you said you couldn't.
Now you're saying sorry, but who wouldn't.
If you really are, tell me why.
Because of the old thought?
Or because I missed you a lot.
But to this day, we are only
p a s s i n g b y.
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 2:13 AM UTC
I miss the days when
I could speak without judgement
I miss the days
When I could run around,
Carefree
I miss the days when
Everything wasn’t complicated
With the things going on in the world
And how much it changes,
It’s going to start to affect people
Terrorism and shootings have become common
And no one blinks an eye at it
Treaties are being made and destroyed,
With all this going on,
I just wish the old days were back,
They were filled with laughter and joy,
Not depression and self-loathing
Those days were filled with wonder
Not complicated and downright horrible
But I know,
Those days are behind us
And they may never happen again,
At least I have the memories of
Simplicity and happiness
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 10:38 PM UTC
Who still remembers how he looks like?
No, it's his cousin who's always in red,
asking everyone to keep calm, and...
He still keeps silent in spite of the fact
that he's fading away in our mind.
(A dangling strand of curly hair
a buttoned up, and earrings which never come at a pair.)
Either traffic or time washes him away,
as no one has ever noticed now his shadow under the sunset
is even longer than the toss-and-turn we once had at nights.
He’s the only one who will be quiet when listening to others
but we just snub/phubs him, and keep passing by.
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC
#*Still remember the words he wrote,
"I see my life vanishing in cigarette smoke."
Young, old soul
Ranting about the hearts he had broke
Can't help but see him when it rains,
Standing in the corner of the road -a smiling face
**Too many years had passed,
Heard he was fighting in a rehab,
Such a dear friend –but time moves fast**
We laid him down to rest,
Six feet under, I know he did his best
A friend is a friend,
When hearts break, you ought to mend
But when they leave,
Make sure love's all you send*#
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC
I would rather close the door
For I can not fix ravage bind
Ruined along the plight
Tight hold no more.
Peer at the motion
Slowly teemed by caution
Loose its cleave
And just decided to leave.
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 7:30 PM UTC
Seek out the skeletons on every surface
Your no fun if you go to bed first
Those days were dark & merciless
You recited lies to my pretty face
I forgave you;
Lord knows we both sin
My fortune predicts I won't win
Cause you're already tasting that drip;
And you crave the bitterness
You can't cure him with charisma
And your love won't liberate him
So say your prayers till your voice is strained
100 Hail Marys won't alter this game
-Kellie A. Scranton
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 4:29 AM UTC
I knew you were all tied up with him, but I doubted that the rope was sturdy. How sudden the both of you unraveled when I laced you up was music to my ears like attached strings, you know guitars and things? Ha but anyway I'm about to get dressed can yu help me with my tie? Oh you thought I was about to hang around like a noose? I'm not that type of guy... Im into assortment... Hit me on my cordless.
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 11:08 AM UTC
*Life was once an adventure
How beautiful it was to sail the ocean
to raise sails and battle waves
months at Sea awaiting the destination
Life was life when we took trains
and slowly made our way across
all kinds of terrains, viewing hills
illuminated by the Sun's rays
when we sat astride beautiful horses
and journeying was taking the reins
breathing hot and cold air and
feeding on the chocolate atmosphere
riding all night through moon's glow
it was joy taking the stairs
even if it was to the sixteenth floor
Writing letters with glamorous words
to the loved ones so far away
and sometimes having to wait years
to receive the dusty envelopes bearing
the breathtaking responses...
Life was something to look forward to
until we shunned ships for planes
where we shoot through the sky,
shunned Trains for these Taxis
which just fly, until we invented
elevators so people know not the
satisfaction of taking the stairs...
until we invented smart phones and
abandoned the beauty of letters
Life was fun but we pushed Horses
behind bars in parks and the zoos
after all those hoofs can't stand
the tarmac and there are no more
hills and Sunsets to see because
we've congested the skyline with
Storeys and scrappers
Then we judge the world unfair
yet we're the ones who don't care
The world was a paradise
during those good old days
until we became demons of change
and twisted a heaven into Hell...*
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 2:29 PM UTC
I sit and reminisce and take a drink for the old days
I'm thankful for my boys who've been here since the music played
Let the drinks crash down throughout our wild nights
We broke laws, Kissed girls and got in fights
We got through everything, Death and Plights
We help each other forget, and move on
Like that cut on your lip, From last weekends trip.
I toast to those nights and friends alike.
For they never slow down or end.
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
When I'll finally leave this place,
And the life will continue to move on with the same pace
You'll always be in my memories,
You'll always be there to fill that space
I know I'll be forgotten by you,
But I'll always remember this face
A part of my life and a fragment of my dream,
Your laughter will echo in my ears; and these memories will chase
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 4:26 PM UTC
A boy he was
Long, long ago
As he glided into the chromed and teal druggist shop
1950s it was
Vintage years
Women in pert dresses
Men in sharp taupe suits
Filled the shop with a smoky manner
On that summer Sunday afternoon
Fan bladed just a-turnin'
Right through time itself
He saw this box before
Jeweled, valuable big music box
Been here not too long
Breathing in a flavored breath
He saw another it
The black round of pure bliss
"Blue Suede Shoes" by Elvis Presley
The white letterin' said
Letter G
Number 4
Hands ***** cold metal from warm pockets
Slipping them into the maiden's shelter
Fingers to buttons,
Arm to record
Music to shop
"Well, it's one for the money,
Two for the show,
Three to get ready,
Now go, cat, go."
Floated in mass commodity
Away the ears and mind blew in the wind
Far from his hometown
Far from his school
And far from everything he already knew...
Daydream ended too soon for his comfort
The boy stared at the flashy box
And spoke a quiet goodbye
Tile guided him out the ringing door
Concrete guided him home
Where now the older him
Lives crooked, but happy
With a dear old woman who loves him more than anything else
And a jukebox
With many records in it
But one is still on top
"Blue Suede Shoes" by Elvis Presley
In chipped, faded lettering
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC