#prevent
musing on memory and all that
re its capabilities, its utilities
and wondrous
abilities, to cover, recover, and
surprise surprise uncover the known
and unknown, what was, what is and
what there is to dis-cover, for memory
is a tricky ole ******* you recall what you never knew at all, forget the address where you lived twenty years ago, and don’t get me
started re telephone numbers
of
old lovers, who get got gone good away
and the combination of a subset of their
digits is likely to be on a discarded lottery
stub, that stubs your shoe too
cannot remember all the women I’ve ever kissed, but I remember the kiss, and that’s
a fair trade off
pretty bad at remembering, birthdays, anniversaries, but that’s because my electronics believe me of this obligation;
Not the obligation to buy a present,
On time, but the kindness keenness of
doing the action, is you an in Nate satisfaction, One gets, when crossing off a line item on your to do list
Sometimes the choices between remembering,
and being dismembering, when is definitely preferable to the other, and though you are not present, I hear your moaning softly
I know I know!
So take a moment to make sure all those critical dates to others, are in your calendar, electronic, and I recommend minimum one week ahead alerts; and one day before as a fail, safe
Do it now or fail to be safe
Feb 11, 2025
Feb 11, 2025 at 3:13 PM UTC
You should of known
That I could do more with my breath
than sing Funeral hymns
I could of told you a joke
Give you chats lasting throughout the night
Comfort you when you needed
Someone the most
I could of shown all things before you took
That last burdened breath.
The grim, wooden human box
Tells me you have taken all your breaths
I conclude, I’ll sing this Funeral hymn
Like it’s the last breath I’ll ever take.
Sep 9, 2021
Sep 9, 2021 at 1:08 PM UTC
Sitting.
No one notices.
Standing.
No one cares.
One step back.
Two steps back.
A glance or two.
On the edge.
Sorries.
Two hands.
Desperate words.
One hand.
Crying.
Nothing.
Screams.
Not in her head, but in reality.
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 1:47 PM UTC
It is a vacant place now
this world didn't deserve you
you were incandescent in nature,
when all the lights went out.
The lies they told you
were designed to hold you
the wounds that never healed
you wouldn't speak of them;
you wore your camouflage daily
and I never understood,
how that smile was your tourniquet.
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 9:00 AM UTC
Caregiver,
You came into our family
As a river of hope.
Ever flowing, always there,
Providing loving care,
So we could cope.
Caregiver,
You became an uncaring taker.
With your undue influence
You spent her money
On your own selfish wants.
Under false pretenses, you dragged her along daily,
Using her vehicle for your own personal errands.
Like a foe you fought our family
As we became wise to your machinations.
And when your goose was finally cooked,
Your last act was to vandalize in secret,
Leaving her heart broken.
Oh, Uncaring Taker,
How unconscionable were your actions.
How hateful you became.
Why were you this way?
How I would like to make you pay,
But it's her wish to leave it this way.
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 9:53 PM UTC
The prophet was crying
The leader angel was ordered to ascend
He asked," your God asked you
Why do you cry?"
(The God knew why did he do!)
Mohamad said," my nation, my nation"
Do you know?
Mohamad feared on his nation
He said," my example between me and you
As the man made a fire
And the flies fly around
They wanted to get into
The prophet tried to prevent
But they escaped
They fell into
So he cried
The God answered,"
In the meaning of the talk
We will not humiliate
You at your want"
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 7:08 AM UTC
There is a darkness
a darkness that consumes
that rages on
that tears me apart
I keep it at bay
To calm its nerves
To silence its whispers
But it's still there
In the corners of my conscious
Waiting
Waiting when I'm in despair
Waiting when life's anxieties has beaten me
Waiting to attack, with no mercy
I punch the walls till my knuckles ache
It feels my bones
It feels my skin crack
My hands bruise
It feels my pain
And still wants more
I keep punching
Waiting for it to be satisfied
But its thirst is not quenched
Until it sees blood
The darkness that waits dormant
Does not leave
It grabs a hold of me
It chokes the life away from me
Chokes my joy
Chokes my friends
Chokes my hope
So I grab a knife and cut myself
Cut again and again
Until this monster has seen enough
Has seen my arms, tear me flesh from flesh
blood to blood
Relentless it is
Quite it is
Patient my darkness is
Using guilt
Using shame
Using my past to control me
It is me I see in the mirror
It is I, trying to hurt me
It is I, who is the monster
The monster that eats the glass
Preventing me to scream
To speak
To ask for help
This darkness has already left me for dead
But its still here
Waiting
Until I sleep once again
To finish what it started
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 3:23 AM UTC
If a wish was true,
And nothing else was permanent.
I'd have some sort of relevance,
nothing really.
Just a point of others distances,
Its not like we're truly alone
Maybe not
How else do you help the others...
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 12:10 AM UTC
They all leave.
They all come into my life
Then leave.
We bond, and start to love each other
But before I know it, they're gone.
One by one,
It happens over and over again.
Everytime a new one comes to me,
They leave just as quickly.
The most unlikely of friends,
And more unlikely lovers,
One moment they're here,
The next they're gone, forever.
I don't know why this happens to me,
I don't know how to prevent it.
All I know is I'll love you always
So please don't leave me this time...
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC
As the clock's hands move, your love is becoming blur. It's like an ink that's fading in a wet paper. Like the sun that hides behind those dark clouds every time it will rain. I was frightened because of that scene! I panicked and tried to prevent it from losing but there's no other way. I screamed to the top of my lungs begging for it to come back, but it didn't.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC
You cannot hide,
It will find you.
It is not meant to be camouflaged,
Rather avoided by those who claim
They are innocent.
It is not what you have done or
What you will do;
It is what you failed to prevent.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC