you will never be forgotten.
ever.
your name twisted into metaphors and colors and distractions will forever
be painted across pages and pages of her favorite brand of notebook,
no matter how many she burns
there will always be one she forgot,
and she will only find it once she had almost forgotten you.
she will find the one Papyrus notebook
and all of your metaphors and colors and disractions will come flooding back,
just like how the ocean in your eyes
flooded her heart all those years ago.

STUBBORN MEMORIES
.
I keep fading into the memories of yesterday
I keep feeling the movements of your shadow in my heart
As I sit here on the bench of hope that they will fade away
But am broken, just at the thought of you
.
I keep trumping through the forest of memories
I keep staring at the empty chair in my heart
As I sit here watching your images play on my mind
Like kids on rollercoasters
But am falling far beyond time
.
Stubborn memories that conquer the arms of time
Grow in me like tumor.
You were the poetic lines I could not complete
You were dream I woke up from too soon
And the priceless pearl I could not keep
.
Drunk poet

I took an apple and my eyes opens
I saw the Truth for what it is
The truth of everything
But the truth is not completely true

I saw the books and I read
Yet like a warrior craving battle
I yearn to learn more
I learned lot
But with everything I know
I know I know nothing

And the effect lives on
long after I spat the seed

Many strange things in my time I have seen
What I see now may seem extreme
I sit in the garden by a small bungalow
They both stand together, a cat and a crow.
What I see is an unbelievable sight
The cat walks away, the crow takes flight
I return again the very next day
Together they stand in the very same way.
The cat is at peace and so is the crow
They are both too old, and very slow
The crow it stays in the same oak tree
And the cat can no longer run easily.
So within this garden they both now reside
Weak and feeble, yet still alive.
Maybe they've lost the will to ****
Or simply they both have had their fill.
But there is a lesson that is clear to see
If they can live in peace, so can we.

People think I am strong
                                They are wrong
But I just soldier on
                               I am just a pawn
My kindness
                              Is my weakness
I love with my all
                      That is my down fall
I try to put up this wall
                         I try to stand tall
But I get knocked down
                     Fear that i will drown
In a pool of tears
                     Created by my fears
I am weak
                   But I don't act meek
I turn the other cheek
               While I continue to seek
The strength within
                                Trying to win
Kindness is my weakness