Olivia Chafe Nov 2010

These photos are a gateway to my memories;
They're the only remnants of things I no longer see:
The twinkling stars at the peak of twilight;
The terrifying tales around a campfire so bright,
The heart melting gaze of my new born brother,
The crash of waves as I build a sand castle with my mother.
And although they are torn and hard to see,
These photos are a gateway to my memories.

Copyright Olivia Chafe. (me)
Hillary Gurney Feb 2016

People come and go,
But memories will always stay,
As new friends come along,
To make new memories,
Of happiness,
Of sadness,
There's always room for more,
Memories are cherish,
While others walk out the door.

Copyright © Hillary Gurney February 4, 2016
Nicole Dawn Jun 2015

Memory hits
Pain in head
Hands clench
Nails bite
Skin breaks
Memory gone


Sometimes I get hit by a horrible memory and I can't like breathe or see or anything until it's gone
Meg Howell Feb 2015

Blow out the candle
Let it go they say
Watch the smoke dance up in the air
And the flames leave
with a simple dance
As the wax hardens leaving a warm spot full of scented memories
But I don't want to let go
They can't make me

Lizzy K Nov 2017

asked me if I
knew you
             A million
memories flashed
through my mind
but I just smiled and said I used to

BY wiz khalifa
Robert Thompson Oct 2014

Morning Sun heats my skin,
awakening memories of you.
Your fevered touch is forever lost,
although the fiery traces remain.

                                                       ­                                              r thompson

Dhaye Nov 2015


My love, do you still remember me?
The vow  we made under this mango tree
I was younger then while you were old enough
But in my heart I knew you're my better half
Your face that time, it's painted here inside
After the wedding, we had that romantic ride
We took that road riding on a pretty white horse
You were holding me throughout the journey, of course
But suddenly a storm came while we're on our way
You've loosen your grip, we didn't make our day
A strong wind got me while you were thrown afar
We've been apart, heart-broken like victims of war
My love, do you still remember me?
Two years and more, we're here under this mango tree
Now, I'm tracing the carved hearts with our names entwined
Wishing that like them, you and I have that strongest bind
My love, do you still remember me?
Until now, your memories never set me free...


Musing on sadness :(
Cat Fiske May 2015

I can't look into,
those eyes,

eyes that I've learned will judge you,
eyes, that will make or break you,

please no.

I can't look into those eyes,

but I look you in the eyes,

and every memory,
or being laughed at is erased,

all I see is your beautiful face,
and maybe the laughing memories comeback,

because all I think is,
I wanna kiss you,

and how much,
your going to laugh at me,

if I did,

eye contact is a hard thing for me.
Alexandra Askew May 2014

It happened.
It happened.
It happened.
It happened.
No more fighting against the truth
No more of the denial.
It happened.
It happened.
It happened.
It happened.
Life push me forward.
World steady my feet.
It happened.
It happened.
Focus, hold it.
It happened.
It happened.
Open up your palm.
Memories fall into a holding jar.
It happened.
It happened.
Lock the jar inside.
Darken the lights but remember the presence.
It happened.
It happened...

3 out of 4 of "Stages of My Grief"
Shantayah Jun 2014

I told him to look up at the stars at night
And think of me
I told him to pick a forget-me-not and
remember the times we shared
Because when I'm gone
I will always be there
in spirit
Watching over him all the days of his life

Becca Seyoum Jun 2014

Black was there with you

  when you took too many shots

  and passed out at 4am

Black was what you imagined

  before you fell asleep at night

Black stayed with you

  until the sun came up

Black was empty

and full

of ideas


black was


of life

but no light

black was


Madisen Kuhn Apr 2014

it’s strange to think
you will only remember me
as the person i was with you

you’ll never learn of my new habits,
nor will i ever come to know yours
i won’t get to watch you grow,
see you become strong,
hear about all of your new
adventures and revelations

no, i am only left
with who you were

we’re both frozen in time
in each others’ memories

written on 10/3/13
cecelia rae Nov 2014

the miniscule, crystallized phenomena
floating down on their zephyr gondola
to the little children's enchantment.
the wintriness nipping at their stamina
produced petite gloved hands pulling tightly at their jacket.
to rollick the day away was their only commandment.
fast forward a few years, and they'll be learning algebra,
their minds drifting away during lectures on parabolas
to the forgotten days of freedom; they lament
the loss of their fragile frostwork taffeta.

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