Never realized how easy it was to create memories.
As I drive around and observe others also driving around .

I realise the reason people seek for the one they may call their partner
The one who may sit with them as their passenger for life.
Realising there's a meaning to time and what we fit into our life each day.

Though never fully appreciated each moment and the value of a person's presence ..

How priceless it is to just be in the company of another.
Whom ever that presence may be.

For moments may never be repeated and the saying "never know what you have until it's gone" now has so much more debt .
As I fall into these realms of reminiscing
     sadness takes over me.
..these feelings and thoughts come to me more than the normal person would recognize.
..for I just wonder to myself when I may finally feel whole enough to not sit and ponder and wish away my past
For one day just to feel complete and fulfilled.  
To live a day of no dwelling
And may there be a day to unrecall the meaning of a memory

© Jenn Linh

I've seem to have fallen again
Recalling the present
Who knows if or when
I'll come to
Or if I'll get back up again
Wither Daydreaming
Or having nightmares, I'm taunted
For this is all that I've ever wanted.. But now I'm here and both seem the same .
Lost right now
  Feeling as if Everything's
cold and
black ...
As I curl up alone ..
Unknowing only what's to come
Stuck falling further into my pillow. Afraid now's too late to return.. as I fall deeper through my nightmare


© Jenn Linh

The sun rose and I awakened with such pleasure as the morning sun gleamed through my window pane with such beauty  .. And the breeze that blows in comes in with the tranquil aroma of the freshly bloomed flowers planted along the fence that borders my house and such ease sets in .
I arise to feel as if for the moment I'm still in a dream though present as I walk through my house that echoes with such silence.
That sun is so beautiful, it brightens the whole inner of the house along with the pictures that cover the walls and every corner.
Pictures of fond memories cherished.
Treasures of True love and happiness captured within something that can easily perish.
And as I get lost in gaze in front of one particular photo  ..suddenly feelings of mourning steadily overwhelms me..
As I find..
I'm alone within this home and these halls that should echoe of cheers
Echoe now of sobs and these feelings so wrecked are tugging from within me making me feel puzzled as I come to observe the woman in the photos and I realise their of me ..
But only not of the woman whom stands before the photo now because this woman now she does not wear that smile shown there nor that glow and those people with her are no where near ..
Memories stammer in through my mind and with each one my heart breaks again and again and suddenly I'm awakened and all reasons why I'm here alone today in this way is all to easy to recall
As I only long to have those very precious moments from those pictures back..
Realising how very valuable time is and realising how easy it is for people today to not know how to appreciate the moments more as they come face to face with them.
Not knowing how easy it would be for the moment to forever perish.
To sit here today years later recalling these captured fond memories only wishing for reality to just be a dream and realising there is no ability or a chance of a return to what was so surreal

© Jenn Linh

Don't cry, this kiss is a kiss goodbye.
Don't cling, it's time to part.
Don't look at me nor ask me why
I've taken back my heart.

No questioning, no pleading;
No door remains ajar.
No doubt your heart is bleeding
Now, and wounds of love will scar.

Don't hope to ever turn back time,
Nor resurrect the flame
Of what became a pantomime
Of love, in all but name.

words are just wonders
   one
          can release,
                 but only one's pen
could ever crease
                     into the safety
of a poem's lease.
     so this
        is
        a
    note
        to
       a
  pen.
      "
     Oh,
    draw
  Your line
And never
Look back
From those
inked words
that flow
   from
   your
   clack
   and
   let
   them
   flow
   into
   sharp
   flack.
  or maybe
  give words
  that proper,
  warm embrace  
  which can get
  lullabies fall
  into disgrace.
  or maybe just
  draw a perfect
  dark contour
  playing with
  edges that
  make sights
  demure...
  add dots
  and spots
  on plain
  white
  paper,
  like
  living
  knots
  in the
  hands
  of a
  draper.
  pour
  some
  more
  ink
  on
  me.
   "

I miss her, yet I cannot forget her.
Like echoes of a time long gone.
Silence is my reality.
Try as I might she still holds my mind tight.
Is it her fault for being so captivating?
Maybe it is my own doing, for loving her too deeply.
I feel lost in a lake of dreams.
Dreams haunted with her presence, and nightmares filled with her absence.
She has forgotten me.
Now I am the only scribe left to keep our memory alive. So I write on.
I will not forget these memories, nor will I stop dreaming of a fantasy no longer attainable.
I will forever chase these memories of a dream long gone.