#remind
think of you
for the most random reasons -
maybe i see a cloud
that's conviently shaped like a bat.
i instantly think of you.
or if i hear a song
by your favourite band -
i instantly think of you.
you're always on my mind.
Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 10:59 AM UTC
the deep red crumbs
are spread all over the table
from the cake we ate earlier,
but it's just us now.
laughing at our own words
together,
as the crumbs in the kitchen
fall off the left over cake.
it reminds me a lot of how i am
when im around you.
i let it all down.
my walls crumbling, if you will.
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 2:02 AM UTC
I try being kinder to myself
Forgiving of my imperfections
Each step echoes through eternity
Taken in wrong direction
Even when road is hard
Life pushes me around
Landing smack on my bottom
Find a way to rise off of the ground
An ankle deep puddle of shame surrounding
Deepening every day
Soaking down each opportunity
Until too drowned to stay
It's a puzzle in the solving
Existing hard and I want to know why
Sometimes one needs little bit of help
Let go of the anchors not letting them fly
Simply being not good enough
Searching for signs
Future bliss
Remind me the reasons not to give up
It would be so much easier than this
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 6:25 AM UTC
I got hit with that one trick pony line
Luring my anxiety,
AND insecurity,
To the frontline
Apparently I do mind
My mind will make sure to remind
Ignoring useful comments I find
And not just the kind kind
Too anything positive I'll become blind
A one track mind, singularity defined
Creating new shackles that bind
A self enforced redesign
Leading me to leave a select few talents behind
Choosing thoughts from another's mind to get behind
Because that one guy that one time
Tried to take from me the one thing I liked to give my time
But here's the bottom line,
I've found I rather enjoy expressing in rhyme
Hurt and pain just happen to be most of what I've felt for a long time
So that's what comes out
When I pour my heart out
Into each and every line
Let me apologize in advance for next time
©2024
Apr 26, 2024
Apr 26, 2024 at 5:10 PM UTC
I just don't seem to get enough of Your love
which is a matter I need to remind You of;
life in the world is not the best at this time
there is so much going on that's like crime.
The pandemic unleashed is still causing pain
though some people are finding ways to gain;
it seems human ingenuity comes to the fore
as channels are opened up for some to explore.
_______________________
Apr 12, 2024
Apr 12, 2024 at 1:59 PM UTC
Remind me to never come to you for compassion;
and remind me not to ever seek you for comfort.
You could only give as much—
—because you barely have any of those,
for you are not of me...
for you. Are. Just. Not. It.
By all means, please do remind me.
Aug 7, 2023
Aug 7, 2023 at 2:12 PM UTC
I see my timeline on this site:
2014
From my older brother's diagnosis
to the death of my grandmother
2015
Falling in love with you
My brother disappearing
2017
To the breaking of trust in exchange of fluids
Never receiving what the law calls justice
2018
Realizing you were never my first love
Merely my first attachment
But I never wrote about finding my brother
dead
in the woods near the main road
white bones in a tent
not knowing who it was
only realizing after the police left my mother crying
for him
dying there alone in the woods so close to home
I cry for him
dying there alone.
Hidden by the wilderness
rotting away inside the plastic tarp.
I cried for him
and wrote for you.
This timeline is my reminder
holding my guilty conscience accountable.
Dec 28, 2022
Dec 28, 2022 at 8:59 AM UTC
I wanted to remind you
that I am never leaving you,
I want you every second of every day until the end of forever.
You are irreplaceable,
you are my everything and there isn't a second that goes by that you're not on my mind.
Ever since I first laid eyes on you,
you have become my entire world.
Love
Jun 2, 2022
Jun 2, 2022 at 12:53 PM UTC
I can't stand being alone.
So, to cope, I remind myself
That sometimes,
there are some things you have to do alone.
Oct 6, 2021
Oct 6, 2021 at 10:09 PM UTC
Words yet to be spoken
Poetry yet to be written
Ideas yet to be conceived
Songs yet to be sung
Don’t stop
Speak a little prouder
Write a little longer
Dream a little wilder
Sing a little happier
Jul 23, 2021
Jul 23, 2021 at 6:36 AM UTC
I have never been loved
Or maybe i have, i just need to be reminded
Maybe the bad overpowered the good and now my heart has been numbed.
Leaving love to be something i once upon a time desired.
Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 9:01 AM UTC
One could argue that as you get older, you become a better stoic. Masking your whims, desires and pleasures with logic, reason and meaning. Taking the less scenic route, becoming more utilitarian and the stick that’s up your **** plunges a little further..
And What about the artist that emotionally abuses the kid within and constantly exploits its innocence. Strumming the strings of vulnerability for relatability. Lusting over Monet clouds as painted tears conjure real ones..
Apologies for the preachy undertone, I too buried my cornea in the conneries without a veil, with chin to palm Coveting a utopia. However The dance around the bugbear has since become medieval. I gave it a good hug, tears of tranquility as we initiate the coagulation..
But I need a good light, one that outdoes a good filter. Sending shadows to the creases of the crater. The eclipsed sun carves the frame for a Godlike aesthetic and then I forget to write. Sometimes I forget I’m alive.
Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 11:52 PM UTC
Take her to LA
Take her to our favorite places
Tell me do the city lights look different
Now that they’re up against her silhouette
Stopping under red lights
Tell me do you still take the time
To lean over and kiss her like you used to
Or does it just remind you of me and you
Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 8:32 AM UTC
the present world
can pull you back in time -
sometimes a gentle pull,
sometimes a hard yank
to remind you of the past.
you take a trip
to meet your past self.
you watch her love,
grow, make mistakes -
she and you are one.
then you take a deep breath,
whispering a farewell
to your past self.
you walk through time,
returning to the present.
Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 2:58 PM UTC
Listen to the Spirit of God
Let it move you like the wind
God wanted to be their king
But they settled for something human
Remind me to trust you know matter what
Because despite the way it seems
You know what you're doing
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 5:17 PM UTC
When you get bored
I won't blame you for it
Instead I'll remind you of what once made you sure
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 12:29 PM UTC
We love eachother
At least that is what we say
If that's true why do we have to
Remind ourselves every day?
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 4:17 AM UTC
What is it about trees that make them so special?
Why is it that they make me have a sense of peace?
Is it because trees are really alive like us?
Or that they stand so tall, reaching towards the sky?
What do trees remind us of when we look at them?
Why do they make me smile when I look at them?
Is it because trees are really like people too?
Or that they too, seem to have no care in the world?
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 2:16 PM UTC
My mother has been reminding me of things,
since I was 4,
and the school started giving homework.
She reminded me of
the notebooks I needed to take,
the drawing I needed to make.
the exams and competitions coming,
the girl, I thought I was becoming.
The answers I needed to remember,
there are 31 August 30 September.
the handkerchief I must never forget to bring home back,
the books that needed to be kept when my bag when I used to pack.
The words 'harsh' and 'cruel' that I should never speak,
Gods and mythology all Indian and Greek.
The way I should sit and walk and behave,
the Queen's like Lakshmibai to tell me even I am brave.
The lights that needed to be turned off and to shut the doors,
to be careful while painting and not let the colours spill on the floor.
My mother still reminds me of things,
now I am 17 and school still gives homework.
she reminds me of
The lakes that a deeper than a sea,
the Queen's like Lakshmibai and Sita because that's how I want to be.
The kingdom that flourished, the kingdoms that vanished,
the dream she lost and her words that were banished.
Herself, who is like the bank that is washed by the soft Ganga waves,
Her sandy words that grow roses and sunflowers and then dig their own Graves,
The stars that are lonely and yet together,
the places where people go to find themselves in pleasant weather.
The handkerchief that I must never forget and bring home back
the books that I need to keep in my bag when I pack.
The lights that need to be turned off and to shut the doors,
to be careful while painting and not let the colour spill on the floor.
The prayer and the love that she carries in her eyes,
the hope and the faith that she tells me, 'never die'.
My mother still reminds me of things.
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 3:01 AM UTC
A poem always reminds you of something,
Doesn't matter what it is.
But when I show you my writings,
Give me your opinion,
Instead of telling me whatever it reminds you of.
The poems I write,
In your eyes are something I could truly never be.
But if I show you something,
The way how I feel,
Why can it never be really me?
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 8:01 AM UTC
Every song
Every beat
Every one reminds me of you
But they're never true
The more I think
The more they flood
In raging waters of blue
But I no longer
Come to recognize you
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 12:12 PM UTC
God, make summer
Stop
Reminding me of you
Let autumn, spring, and winter do it too
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 3:59 PM UTC