"hyperthymesia" poems - Hello Poetry

i. I almost forgot the taste of cold blood on my lonely tongue and tears in my throat but then I found your old poetry book and I felt glass shards fall into my mouth as I read over every single pathetic word you wrote. ii. I almost forgot the taste of broken promises under my bent bones and honey in my skin but then I saw your pictures in the paper and I felt firecrackers explode in my ribs as I looked at her head tucked in your chin. iii. I almost forgot the taste of winter dew on my summer’s dress and apple cinnamon in my hair but then I visited your old vintage café and I felt too bitter coffee drown my limp body without as much as a care. iv. I almost forgot the taste of caramel kisses on my hips and cotton candy in my lungs but then I heard your voice and I felt sour sweets bury my candy cane skeleton as I listened to the verse you sung. v. I almost forgot the taste of dead roses on my hands and black violets in my heart but then I remembered your proposal and I felt diamonds cut open my burning flesh as I thought of your abrupt depart. That’s it. I almost forgot. I almost forgot what it was like to meet you, to love you, to lose you. But then, I remembered. I simply remembered meeting you and loving you and most horribly, losing you. Who knew an act so simple could be so terrifying to do? But then again, who knew a human made of cartilage and 70% water could be too? But I guess you weren't really made from all that, You were made from cinnamon and chestnut, from 45% stardust and 10% gold, And a part of you was painted to look like the sky and the rest of you, like the ocean, cold. Well, at least in my eyes you were, still are. And I think that’s why I can never truly forget you, no matter how hard I try, no matter how I run, how far. I still remember the boy with roses for fingers and not thorns for hands. I still remember the boy with oceans for eyes and not storms for body lands. I still remember the boy with gold for blood and not oil for veins. I still remember the boy with love in his heart and not a heart full of pain. Do I love him? I don’t know Do I miss him? I don’t let it show Do I want him? I can’t be sure Do I need to forget him? As fast as I can or I'm going to go mad searching for a cure. ~ {I have trouble remembering a lot of things, but I can’t seem to forget you}~

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Jul 16, 2016

Jul 16, 2016 at 7:15 PM UTC

solar-hugs-and-lunar-kisses

I think you gave me Hyperthymesia

i. I almost forgot the taste of cold blood on my lonely tongue and tears in my throat but then I found your old poetry book and I felt glass shards fall into my mouth as I read over every single pathetic word you wrote. ii. I almost forgot the taste of broken promises under my bent bones and honey in my skin but then I saw your pictures in the paper and I felt firecrackers explode in my ribs as I looked at her head tucked in your chin. iii. I almost forgot the taste of winter dew on my summer’s dress and apple cinnamon in my hair but then I visited your old vintage café and I felt too bitter coffee drown my limp body without as much as a care. iv. I almost forgot the taste of caramel kisses on my hips and cotton candy in my lungs but then I heard your voice and I felt sour sweets bury my candy cane skeleton as I listened to the verse you sung. v. I almost forgot the taste of dead roses on my hands and black violets in my heart but then I remembered your proposal and I felt diamonds cut open my burning flesh as I thought of your abrupt depart. That’s it. I almost forgot. I almost forgot what it was like to meet you, to love you, to lose you. But then, I remembered. I simply remembered meeting you and loving you and most horribly, losing you. Who knew an act so simple could be so terrifying to do? But then again, who knew a human made of cartilage and 70% water could be too? But I guess you weren't really made from all that, You were made from cinnamon and chestnut, from 45% stardust and 10% gold, And a part of you was painted to look like the sky and the rest of you, like the ocean, cold. Well, at least in my eyes you were, still are. And I think that’s why I can never truly forget you, no matter how hard I try, no matter how I run, how far. I still remember the boy with roses for fingers and not thorns for hands. I still remember the boy with oceans for eyes and not storms for body lands. I still remember the boy with gold for blood and not oil for veins. I still remember the boy with love in his heart and not a heart full of pain. Do I love him? I don’t know Do I miss him? I don’t let it show Do I want him? I can’t be sure Do I need to forget him? As fast as I can or I'm going to go mad searching for a cure. ~ {I have trouble remembering a lot of things, but I can’t seem to forget you}~

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Be my 2 am You'll see that in this early hour of the morning The real me surfaces Because no one is looking No one is taking me in Thinking about it My 2 am knows more than I ever will Because somedays I have forgotten What I used to fret over at this time It will always know what I thought of last Before my eyelids faltered It will always know what I looked like When my breathing became steady and even So, if only I could shove Every single 2 am Inside my brain I will know exactly what I think of you I will know exactly why I am so sad But I do not have hyperthymesia So I will never know But if time does not exist And only clocks do; Maybe 2 am is just a personality That finally takes over Once I've realized How lonely I am

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Aug 6, 2013

Aug 6, 2013 at 2:17 AM UTC

herenow

2 AM

Be my 2 am You'll see that in this early hour of the morning The real me surfaces Because no one is looking No one is taking me in Thinking about it My 2 am knows more than I ever will Because somedays I have forgotten What I used to fret over at this time It will always know what I thought of last Before my eyelids faltered It will always know what I looked like When my breathing became steady and even So, if only I could shove Every single 2 am Inside my brain I will know exactly what I think of you I will know exactly why I am so sad But I do not have hyperthymesia So I will never know But if time does not exist And only clocks do; Maybe 2 am is just a personality That finally takes over Once I've realized How lonely I am

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our antique soul so veracious cages our dreams and hidden secrets our soul's a relic our incarnation holds all memories back to when our mother tongue was Thracian our soul has hyperthymesia mind of an elephant writes our life in lyrics to a string of an instrument

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Mar 9, 2021

Mar 9, 2021 at 11:16 AM UTC

courtsrandompoetry

anima mea

our antique soul so veracious cages our dreams and hidden secrets our soul's a relic our incarnation holds all memories back to when our mother tongue was Thracian our soul has hyperthymesia mind of an elephant writes our life in lyrics to a string of an instrument

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It used to be just you and I when we were together but now you've been freed you have grown so far away from my reach that even though you say those very same words they don't mean what they used to mean because ... They are not our words anymore... The memories, special, are now tainted by the blackest figments of my imagination and trust although needed fades from my empty shell leaving fragments of emotion scattered like snowflakes in my heart... They are not our memories anymore... At.... .....the... ......End of it all it will be just me and you... No matter who else holds your heart it is my name thats carved into it with a dagger titled everlasting love...

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Mar 12, 2018

Mar 12, 2018 at 5:47 AM UTC

o0SNOW0o

My Hyperthymesia.

It used to be just you and I when we were together but now you've been freed you have grown so far away from my reach that even though you say those very same words they don't mean what they used to mean because ... They are not our words anymore... The memories, special, are now tainted by the blackest figments of my imagination and trust although needed fades from my empty shell leaving fragments of emotion scattered like snowflakes in my heart... They are not our memories anymore... At.... .....the... ......End of it all it will be just me and you... No matter who else holds your heart it is my name thats carved into it with a dagger titled everlasting love...

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