"And memories, like sea foam,"
Melody W 

Quietly skimmed off the water,
no one bothered to wonder
where it had disappeared to

And the wind, unknown tyrant,
whistled and ambled aimlessly
down the grassy knolls
In its absence, skies turned
a startling iridescent blue
coagulating with pallid grey

and the diaphanous leaves
so thin and transparent in the light,
trembled ever so slightly -

until an odd ripple effect
mercilessly shook entire branches,
birthing simple pattern reflections

And yet -
When lettering in the sand
curled up, aghast,
to reveal buried secrets
Why, the past was blown away
like nothing at all
of significance

And memories, like sea foam,
will someday disintegrate
into nothingness

©MW
"in unrelenting drifts of memories"
Melody W 

ceasing their rhythmic pursuit
of sustenance, wretched defiance -
loveless roots linger, unnoticed

calculated fascination abound
in unrelenting drifts of memories
rapidly morph into luck dissolving

beneath this earth, a resolute choir
battles within this treacherous mire

©MW
"Do memories exist from a time"
Melody W 

Do memories exist from a time
when all you knew was
the warm fluid-filled sac that you were immersed in?

Suspended and trapped,
buoyant like boneless jellyfish,
oblivious to the planetary spin,
or anything, really,
beyond this transparent world
protecting all that is precious

Your tiny ears,
inundated with the
constant drone of a steady pulse (your own)

And yet -

Somewhere in the distance
a single tune,
a strange sweet melody
pure, but diluted
floats down upon your tiny being
grasping tendrils of neurons,
rooting itself in the unknowns of your subconscious,
content not knowing restraint

Only to come back to life,
ignited by -

Anything, really.

©MW
"Memories scattered like driftwood are"
Melody W 

Memories scattered like driftwood are
dispersed into oblivion by feisty currents
frolicking with these heavy stones

Linger with me in this timeless quiescence;
gingerly pluck teardrop intricacies
from my ebony-dusk saturated hair

In our secret place obscured from judging eyes
No one shall know our names, though even so
names are quite obsolete in this dance of old

Don’t look back, lest you transform into all we abhor;
Cold, unfeeling, settling heavily to the bottom
Clawing - always clawing - but unable to grasp redemption

We must hurry, though, for the tide is rising.
And we’ll be gone before they can even think
of stealing us away.

©MW
"And memories, like sea foam,"
Melody W 

when the wind skimmed it off the water,
no one bothered to wonder
where it disappeared to;
the wind, unknown tyrant,
whistled and ambled aimlessly
down the grassy knolls

in its absence, the sky turned
a startling iridescent blue
and the diaphanous leaves
so thin and transparent in the light,
trembled slightly, lightly -

until a ripple effect
mercilessly shook the entire branch
creating simple pattern reflections
pushing other patterns to quickly
assemble themselves and
replace previous ones
while lettering in the sand curled up
to reveal buried secrets

Why, the past was blown away
like nothing of significance
And memories, like sea foam,
will someday disintegrate
into nothingness

©MW
"When those old memories fade,"
aj heatherly 

When those old memories fade,
To a far off, misbegotten past;
And those long forgotten dreams,
Reconceived,
Turn to light
And to dark;

By the light that guides you home,
May you gain
Courage,
Wisdom,
Love;

Let the darkness wear burdens -
Your troubles,
Your worries,
Your fears;
- and be cast out,
unto that lightless, damned fire,
with the past and all its dread.

Let them burn,
the darkness,
the past,
in that lifeless flame;

Stay your heart,
And hold steadfast,
And let the light
Guide you,
Your dreams,
The rest.

©Anthony Heatherly
"vanish from all the photos We took, the memories"
Tessellate 

i hate to see you this way.
You are my best friend,
i am yours.

You can't just die.
Dying isn't going to fix you,
or heal you.

i want to help you,
but i can't.

Our lives are so deeply intertwined,
but we are both so broken.

I want to hold you and tell you that
everything is going to be okay,
but the truth is,
it's not.

You say you want to die.
You say no one will care,
no one understands you.

Well, what about me?
We are One. I can feel your heart
pound in my chest. I can also feel as you
tear it to shreds.

So if you die,
what about me?

I will die.
You can't leave the autumn leaves that crunch beneath
Our feet.
You can't vanish from all the photos We took, the memories
We share.

FOR FUCK'S SAKE WE ARE ONE

If you leave this world,
you'll leave it a murderer.
because at the moment Your heart stops in
My chest
i will die.

My best friend is going through some tough times, as am i. Together, we are just a mess blood and sorrow. But we are one, she can't leave me no matter how hard she tries.
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