#oldmemories
Your buffalo still wanders in gentle play,
I hear your laugh from that old day.
You said you cared in a “funny way,”
but now you’ve gone, so far away.
The fields remember, the herd does too,
their slow steps echo my thoughts of you.
They graze on grass, I graze on dreams,
missing the warmth of what once seemed.
Another city may hold you near,
while silence grazes heavy here.
Even buffalo know, when skies turn dry,
the heart stays waiting, though time drifts by
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 6:19 AM UTC
Sometimes, flipping through old verses
Feels like opening a dusty window—
A gust of forgotten air
Rushing into my lungs.
A lost thought lingers in my throat,
Like a sneeze that never comes.
The past, like a cold,
Stays with me for days.
I once thought time was a magician,
Pulling endless moments from a hat.
Now I see—
It’s just a tired juggler,
Tossing the same tricks,
As we pretend to be surprised.
Some poems are wrapped in silence,
Pressed between pages like dried leaves.
They were never meant to be seen—
She feared someone would recognize her in them.
But I wonder, if I set them free,
Would she recognize herself now?
I cough,
As old words scratch against my breath.
Old poems carry the scent
Of blankets left out in the sun—
Memories aired out,
Dreams wiped clean.
Yet, some stains remain.
Some echoes refuse to fade.
And just before the past settles,
A sneeze always lingers—
An allergy to old verses.
Mar 30, 2025
Mar 30, 2025 at 12:21 PM UTC
EMPTINESS
I used to sleep with the lights on
Thinking about her till dawn
I Used to remember her after listening a sad song
Knowing! She doesn't care about Me. I Wasn't wrong ?
I used to re_read our old conversations
Knowing! She changes her friends after every stations
She left Me lonely , upset and Sad
She was happy in her life ! I was mad
I wanted someone who would listen to Me
Deep down! I was scared to show the "Real Me".
I wanted someone to hold on Me
Make me happy and stand by Me
But there was no One
Who would accept Me as "ME".
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC
I have photos on my wall
everywhere i see
the friends i used to have
the old young me
in each picture, there was a memory
and just so much more
but each picture keeps reminding me
the moments, i cant go back to anymore
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 7:38 AM UTC
In a wink everything felt a while back, still so frisky.
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 9:28 AM UTC
There were five people from a tiny town;
This town they lived in seemed all upside down.
Where everyone's values were different,
But everyone had the same commitment.
On this pilgrimage, they came together,
In the lovely fall weather.
The pilgrimage was to Capitol Hill,
To convince the government to pass the bill.
For now, they are just taking a short break,
To start the government for goodness sake.
All the pilgrims met through the site Macebook,
Discovered everyone with just one look.
The conspirator made the creepy site,
Who lured the followers into the light.
This is how we do it in the new age;
When you click the mouse once to like a page.
But by far the most difficult conflict,
Is to make the government not as strict.
They traveled in 2013,
They began their travel in a ravine.
In the submarine they consumed cheesecake,
Swallowing their pride to fix their heartache.
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 5:17 PM UTC
A space so unfitting
A space tired, not so uplifting
“Rehab”
”Rehab”
”Rehabilitate my space”, you pled
And I did
I did just that once you, out of town, fled
Back in town, it was going to be a monumental surprise
One that you and I could share and sleep in that night
That night and all the nights to follow
When you witnessed your new space you could barely swallow
Chocking back tears, I had succeeded in my mission
Now this space, you share with your new person
Does she like the color blue?
What about the gold accents I detailed just for you?
It’s your space, and hers now
I hope the dark shadows of your new space haunt you, watch over you like an owl
In witness of you two interlaced
With someone who has now taken my place
To lavender I retreat
That shade of navy and I never to re-meet
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 3:07 PM UTC
#*If not anything else, I'll give you memories to keep
No touch, but a bucket full of flowers before I leave
One day, when the petals dry out, and your skin wears time
You'll recall the joy you've had, the echo of laughter and I'll be on your mind
Just like a sharp, wrenching arrow –you once crossed my heart
They saw you staring subtly, but I knew it was best to stay apart
I'll have this picture of you in my mind –white shirt, blue jeans
Running across the flawed fences, smiling, young and carefree
When you're weary, old hands reach out for a cup of tea
Maybe you'll realise how I reached out for you but you didn't see me*#
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 8:34 AM UTC
When someone asked me why I did a certain thing
If anything it reminded me of the past
and of you for a split second
I quickly changed topics in order to avoid me from wanting to talk about you.
But when she kept persisting and kept asking.
I almost wanted to cry right then and there but then I reminded myself of how strong I was.
How even though you hurt me emotionally by stringing me along.
telling me empty words with zero meaning now looking back at it
But at the time oh how I wanted half of the words that you told me to come true
I wanted to meet you for the first time.
See you offline.
But then when I self-reflected
Was when I realized how the way I acted back then
vowed never again would I let myself be swayed by pretty words
Promising me things until it wasn't what you wanted anymore
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 4:43 PM UTC
*Raindrops on roses,
And wiskers on kittens,
Don't know if I really wore mittons,
But I can be sure,
Nothing came in brown paper packages,
Which were tied up with strings,*
*So I asure you,
These are not some of my favourite things!
Cream colored ponies,
No! Crisp apple poodles,
Sorry if I made a mistake,
I'll go with noodles,
White owls that fly with some
Food in their beaks,
I assure you,
These are some of my unfavourite things!*
*Girls in white dresses,
With blue satin sashes,
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes,
Silver white winters that melt into spring,
Well,
These are a few of my favourite things!*
When the dog barks,
When the bees sting,
When I feel like shouting!
I simply remember my unfavourite things!
and then all I feel is,
too bad!
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 8:27 AM UTC