#rememberence
Yes I must confess
I am on the verge of being
Houseless
No, not homeless
Just without permanent residence
It is hardly a bother or source of much sadness
Once one remembers home resides
Inside filled with Love, Light
Times of Remembrance
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 4:13 PM UTC
A long forgotten art, needed to reinvent it from the days past,
making a clay *** the size of my heart, where everything started,
with my bare hands; I felt like a man in the primeval times.
The act but brought a sense of satisfaction, it seemed like a ritual
with therapeutic effects,but couldn't delineate what it was.
Was the red clay *** in my hand, a yearning, in symbolic form?
Was I trying to capture the elusive meaning of life, in a way wrong?
life throws questions after questions at one, not wanting any answers!
And then one stumbles upon symbols, morphed in the depth of emotions,
with these forms, answering to the enigmas of life is done with ease.
A vessel perfect, it seemed to collect one's tears,wasting not even a drop
on the pool of tears, reflects my face, than any of the surfaces before,
why then, her face too floats along with mine, out of nowhere?
a nowhere called past,which never goes anywhere, even if charms are tried.
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 2:55 AM UTC
Running after school, through the woods, to the creek.
Happy and as free as the mud on our feet.
We would explore and crack jokes until the sun went down,
Never having anything to worry about in our little town.
We were always together, rarely away from each other.
We were more like best friends, too close to be brothers.
We would fight until we couldn't fight anymore,
Whether we were fighting ourselves, or the kids next door.
I miss our long talks when we were alone.
Just drinking a few beers and listening to songs.
You didn't have to end your life so soon.
I understand things were hard, but I was there to help you through.
I miss you man and I wish you were here.
But until we meet again, I'll sit right here, remembering the good times, as I drink a beer.
-Brandon Stephenson
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 6:45 AM UTC