"memorizes" poems
It is the song the bird memorizes every morning.
It is the movement of an inspired dancer.
The swift movement of fingers on an instrument,
And the beautiful sound that follows it.
It is emotion via colors on a canvas,
Or a melodic rhythm in song.
Is is a visual discussion of something worth
Knowing, learning, and hearing about.
It is a satisfying photo symbolizing life, and love,
And yet, a graphic, detailed piece explaining sin,
Death, and the wrong of human nature.
The release of built up emotions, both positive
And negative, creating something unique that
May only be significant to a single person,
Or able to grasp the attention of the world.
It is usually expressed through agony, and longing.
It is ourselves through a visual metaphor.
It is a spell, that's been cast upon you, that you
Express to others, expanding the impact of this magic.
It is the explanation of your own being.
It can explain your self views, and opinions.
It is something so beautiful, you cannot explain
Or comprehend the meaning unless you've experienced it
Yourself.
It's the realization that we are here to love.
It is deep thoughts coming to you from nowhere
But your own mind, using the one incredible thing
We're given that can unlock anything.
It is the face that we're present, we're
Alive, we are discovering, we are creating, we
Are learning, and we are living.
If that isn't art, then what is it?
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 3:41 PM UTC
Your scent.
I could swear this is your scent. Why is my heart racing ?
Maybe im scared to see you again.
Scared you’ll look at me like I’m worth existing. That i won’t be able to pretend i don’t love you anymore.
Because i swore i moved on,
But you still visit me in my dreams.
I swore to myself you were gone,
Because i can’t admit that for 3 years, 156 weeks, 1095 days, and 1576800 minutes my heart still memorizes the rythme of your name.
I see you from now and then, and i could recognize the wreckage i fell for.
I see you but i can’t bring myself to accept that my absence is just another regular day to you, but your absence -
Your absence bruises me slowly, deadly.
you breathed air into my lungs when i felt as if im suffocating, and you nurtured the fire in my soul when my light went dark.
I find myself ordering your favorite coffee instead of mine.
I find you in everything beautiful, like the world carries pieces of you within it.
I find you, reflected in the softest, most breathtaking moments, and i can’t do nothing about it. So i just smile.
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 12:01 PM UTC
He loves
with rapt attention
his nearest neighbor
an unattainable beauty
a temptress
veiled in aquamarine
and evergreen
she has forever been
his only muse
he reaches
invisible fingers
across the void
seeking warm earth
against the bone
chilling blackness
for he cannot
turn to face
the sun
she is breathless
beneath his fullness
her every landscape
willingly unfurls
his forceful touch
swings her tide
from crest to ebb
she can only spin
in ecstacy
she memorizes
each scar
on his luminous skin
for she is wise
to his lunar ways
love that borrows light
to show its face
is surely meant
to wane
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 9:54 AM UTC
The fifth poem I put on HP; few* read it so I resubmit as Lost In Space III.
I tinkered with it slightly... O yeah, based on a true story....
Multi-tasking your body
Kissing your eyes,
Sense the tipsiness of your
Trembling lashes,
Drinking a poem from
My poetry birthing place.
Between kisses and rapido exhales,
Stutter and lisp
Uttered word-wisps,
Shockingly bad love poem stories.
Right hand strokes thy chest,
sensing/sending heartbeats upon my palm to the
Forever keep part of my
Treasury memory chest.
All the while my left finger
Catalogues, indexes.
It, mesmerized, it memorizes,
The curvatures of thy face
To be stored in the
Never-forget, always-place.
My tongue restless to participate
Goes wherever it feels like,
For the tongue is the only body part
With a mind of its own,
And enjoys getting into
What it calls, the best kind of trouble.
My eyes, my eyes, see only the
Totality of this moment.
When mastery of multi-tasking
Is the single best poem this man ever
Penned with his entirety,
Of which not word survived
For its unspoken silence was its glory....
May 19th
Laguna Niguel, Ca.
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 1:52 PM UTC
with jealousy,
the water memorizes the embezzled sky
and copies it with every spark.
the insects have awoken
rising from their grasses and bark.
with a pulsating surge,
the night breathes.
smitten with the silence, the birds
are sighing, killing the quiet.
this is where the night lives,
this is where it waits.
with the joy of a child, the twilight
bursts across the horizon
killing the fear of darkness.
wildflower fumes intoxicate the air,
vanquishing inhibitions and disguising them
for romance.
the night is wild with static,
but there's nothing to fear.
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 4:40 PM UTC
snowman-flesh flutters across the threshold
melting into the Jack-o-Lantern-Welcome-Mat
disappearing faster than its supposed to;
the door closes by an auto-piloted-hand
while the other tugs at tangled earbud chords
the little white knobs are dislodged, interrupting
that song she has listened to 14 times today
because when she falls in love with a song,
she falls into each note and memorizes
every single breath.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
His hair beams dark gold glitter
like it memorizes sunshines.
No wonder why it always feels like summer
when my fingers surf between them.
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 8:53 AM UTC
So many lost ones, can you find me now?
Resubmitted for your tender consideration.
It fell between the cracks of us, but I love it so,
remembering its birthing, like it was but a moment ago.
~~~~~~
Multi-tasking multi-sensations
kissing your eyes,
sensing the tickling
of your trembling lashes,
between kisses and breathes
someone utters word-wisps of
love poetry.
right hand strokes thy chest,
sensing/sending heartbeats
upon my palm to the
forever to keep part
of my
treasury memory chest.
all the while
my left finger indexes,
it mesmerized, it memorizes
the curvature of the face
to be stored in the
never-forget-always place.
my tongue
restless to participate
goes whatever it feels like,
for the tongue is
the only body part
with a mind of its own.
my eyes, my eyes,
see only the
totality of this moment,
when mastery of multi-tasking
becomes
the single best poem
this man ever penned
with only
his entirety.
May 19th
Edited Nov. 17th.
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 8:16 AM UTC
Repetition and boredom,
Like the little shrew
who painstakingly
memorizes the
safest path then
takes it forever more.
Swiftly
Blindly
Mindlessly
Waiting for an obstacle to break the monotony.
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 3:05 AM UTC
Pictures; For remembering the good times.
Alcohol; For forgetting the past.
Boxes; For keeping old memorizes.
Shoes; For walking away.
Books; For getting lost.
Speakers; For expressing feelings.
Mirror; For finding flaws.
Clothing; For covering up.
Lamps; For looking for monsters.
Junk; For never letting go.
Bed; For giving up.
Flag; For fighting for my dreams.
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 6:55 AM UTC
I’m broken up about my thoughts never being spoken
I hold onto those words, my eyes have barely opened
My thoughts are consumed of memorizes we use to share
But now I must strip them off, I’m bare
In the shower I let the scalding water, drop by drop run down my skin
Afraid that I made a mistake by letting you back in
I have bruises, tenderness surrounding my heart
I’m having cold feet, I should have known from the start
That you would create this electric shock passing through my veins
I feel as if we will never really be the same
I scrub off the smell of your cologne from my pours
Just the feeling of your plump lips leaves me sore
I try to wash off the feeling of your finger tips from my scalp with shampoo
But this routine will inevitably bring me back to you
Because I love your touch, your lips, your smell
But that’s a secret I’ll keep from you, will never tell
I’ll count the days until I’m back under your blue satin sheets
But for now I’m left with the mental pictures I keep
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 1:06 AM UTC
Multi-tasking
Kissing your eyes,
Sensing the tickling of your trembling lashes,
Between kisses and breathes
Utter word-wisps of
Love poetry.
Right hand strokes thy chest,
sensing/sending heartbeats upon my palm to the
Forever keep part of my
Treasury memory chest.
All the while my left finger indexes,
Mesmerized, it memorizes
The curvature of the face
To be stored in the
Never forget always place.
My tongue restless to participate
Goes whatever it feels like,
For the tongue is the only body part
With a mind of its own.
My eyes, my eyes, see only the
Totality of this moment.
When mastery of multi-tasking
Is the single best poem this man ever
Penned with his entirety.
May 19th
Laguna Niguel, Ca.
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 10:20 AM UTC
she's slowly starting to forget things
but she preps her mind in stride
she constantly worries about this
i can tell when she tries to hide
and i know that it's absolutely frightening for her.
to lose her mind. to lose herself. to let worry win her over.
she focuses more out of fear and concentrates fiercely.
she practices her sounds and her faces. she memorizes scriptures and places.
"remember when we did this" - "it feels so long ago that we did that"
and i don't have the heart to tell her that i wasn't there.
and my soul hurts for this dear woman of mine...who is slowly losing her mind.
as she tries to grasp the sanity that was never meant to stay long.
my mama is getting older. so i'll continue to use that excuse and comment lightly
that it is only stress that's getting to her. that she needs a holiday.
she'll take those reasons for now...but i know she still hides.
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
Walking, your gait memorizes
Not when you know it
That doesn't count
Because that's different
When you don't know
That's special
A moment removed from
History, unremembered
And is all mine, no one else's
It's not a bounce, or a walk
Almost a combination of both
When every foot touches the ground
Your eyes glisten, uncried tears
And I hope you never cry again
I've been paying more attention
Just lately, and they're so animated
All around back and forth,
But with a sort of tunnel vision
Focused, but in the past
Hands move every word
Flying across the room
Around and around,
Blood tipped nails, work words
Crafted by the sharpest rapier tongue
Building, emphasizing every thought
A crazy, flurry of words, fingers and hands
It's with every breathe you take
Every action, you flow, glow
Fingers to toes
Eyes to heels
Absolutely
And always, yes, I do
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 5:12 PM UTC
The soul memorizes
All pleasant past;
Then it agonizes
The departure of fond ones.
Such were the times
By-gone by the journey,
That occasionally chimes’;
Memories sweet as honey.
As years rolled by,
Far flung the great times;
But those moments stood by,
In the melody of her rhymes.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 7:06 AM UTC
push me up against the projector
& let the motion picture of US start playing
touch me, like your lost in the dark & my body gave you guidance
play in me as if i was a broken tape & you sworn i could be fixed
don't worry if you get breathless you can press pause
& resume when the time is right.
fill my holes in with tops that couldn't be unscrews
so the memorizes of US can live within.
i need you to miss me , so we can rewind
i need your energy to keep me going
i need you to be the director
i need you too be my VCR
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 6:14 PM UTC
Take your heart and wrap it in fine silk.
Love elegantly like candle-lit dinner and aged wine.
Slow dance to jazz or juke box
Until your body memorizes every step
to the beat of hearts loving.
But do not forget to guard that fragile thing.
Remind yourself that your heart is too precious
To be broken easily by unworthy knights.
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 11:52 PM UTC
The man that was
I tried to tell him
They will put him down out of aggravation
It's still a steamy nation
They climb the rocks
act like hawks
and found the man whose not down with the glock's
He doesn't carry the dog
He carry's a notebook and a bible
He memorizes every line and tittle
He puts his pin to paper and instantly there's a hater
They know, they sit back and say whoa they instantly decide
if he doesn't abide this man will die
theres nowhere he can hide
it's time and choices were made
there lay the man
ashes to ashes dust to dust
they inhaled the smoke of the man that was
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC
I want to marry you.
Not in the way it's so common these days, I mean marry as in;
I will care about everything,
the good things, the bad things,
the terrible things, the mundane things all of it, every hour, every minute, every second, of every day.
I'm saying your life will not go unnoticed because I will notice it.
I'm saying your life will not go unwitnessed because I will be your witness.
Eden or Armageddon do us part.
Untill our hugs take us to an infinite.
Untill the lining of your throat memorizes every vein,
Unit my tongue knows only the taste of your trembling lips.
I will tear down every wall between us be it gold of silver,
Be it Man , Woman or Beast alike.
The pain of losing is awakened a hunger
I will pry you from the family that's not me and make you mine.
Think I'm delusional?
(with absolute resolve and silent anger)
I WILL BE YOUR WITNESS.
TRY ME!
Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 4:27 AM UTC
Today is a brand new day
Yesterday just fades away
I am running in circles again
Where is my dignity?
My heart pounds harder everytime I hear your name
My mind so oblivated to the image of your face
If words could only describe the feeling I always receive
when I am lost in the in between
With you in this dream of reality
Moments I ponder in circles til I lie in your arms
Counting down every second til I am close to your heart
Whats in a fantasy?
When you can wake and love in reality
Stumbling over my feet, can you catch me?
If I fall, if I break, if I lose myself and tumble
If I give all I am, when I’m ready to take
Will I be strong enough to fight, as I wait?
If I search will I find, the answers that are hidden
All that I have forsaken
All the openness, all the brokenness
Here I am, Here I am
I’m not breathing, no I’m not dreaming
To sacrifice, to let go
To lose at a battle
My heart gets fainter, as you get closer
I lose control, my body in despair, shaky and scared
I tremble with each step, afraid to fail, to make a mistake
Grasp me in your arms tonight
Be my blanket, the black stary night
Wrap your body arounde me
Make me feel like you did when I first gazed through your eyes
I was seeing through Heaven's gate
The angels flying based upon fate
I get lost for days
Allow me to embrace your touch
It makes me lose my breath
Memorizes me with every kiss
Like pain doesnt exist on the prosperity of sernity
But when I lose my way will you be my light?
If I fall, if I break, if I lose myself and tumble
If I give you all I am, will you be ready to take?
To be strong enough to fight, will it be worth the wait?
If you search, will you find all the answers that are hidden?
All that is forsaken
With all the openness, with all the brokenness
If I convey to you all my secrets, will it keep you from running away?
To allow fate to guide your way
Will there be enough time to seize before its too late?
But here I am, here I am
Will you catch me as I fall? Mend the pieces when I break
Be a cane to lean on when I lose myself and tumble
If I give you all I am, will you be ready to take?
Strong enough to fight, even if you lose the battle
Will you still search for the answers that are hidden?
Redeem what you have forsaken
When your expose to the openness, expose to the brokenness
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 2:10 PM UTC
I am as hard as a diamond,
my edges are cut sharp into cubical quartz.
I harden and I process; you can strike me against a rock
and I will not shatter.
I don't shine like a diamond, I'm as dull as an old razor blade;
the remnants of sharpness are there
but who wants to shave with an old razor blade.
My dandelion hair flows with the breeze,
and the salty sweat from my head
makes the fragrance drift
like tentacles into the air.
I sit in corners and sift my brain,
searching for gold that is not there,
but constantly thinking and thinking and thinking;
I go crazy and turn into liquid,
I am the ocean turning and the high tide crashing into the shore.
I drift until I'm calm,
until I'm a rainbow fish in the sea,
swimming under sail boats and sea gulls
and wrinkled fishermen upset with their love lives.
My hands are question marks,
punctuation that I cannot answer, I cannot understand.
My toes curl and I cringe as I remember who I am,
the person that cannot be saved
or brought in with a lasso around my neck.
I am a half-finished metaphor and your deja vu,
you must be a sorcerer if you can make me love
like the old-fashioned movie screen.
My voice is raspy from the attempts at screaming my own name
in order to hear something,
to feel something in this empty cavity of a body.
I will dye my hair aquamarine and magenta
and all the colors with the fancy names,
before I make up my mind to understand anyone else.
I will fold myself in like a thousand paper cranes,
and paper cranes do not fly.
I will write on the walls of my insides that I do not need anyone,
until my brain memorizes my own handwriting.
(a.m.c.)
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
I've always craved the side of you that no one gets to see
I've always wanted to understand the place inside of you that felt the most misunderstood
I've always wanted all of you
Not the you the world chooses to see based on the mask you wear for that day
Not the you that memorizes what to say and who to say it to because its easier that way
I crave the moment you fall asleep beside me
Your eyes closed you're at peace
You're the most you in your dreams
You're who I want in your sleep
You're a better you in your dreams
You're a lot kinder to me in your sleep
You hurt less when you're just laying here beside me and I cant sleep.
I always wanted to know when you became a better man asleep than when you're awake
I always wanted to know when you became someone else the minute you woke up from your dreams
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
Yes, i've had my fair share of sins but who was to decide that my punishment be my innocence ?
Who was to decide that it not happen once but three times ?
Who was to decide i was going to live a life in fear and shame ?
Now i can no longer be grabbed in any form of way, oh how i've grown so uncomfortable to the simple compliment and sheer form of loving gesture .
Looking in the mirror , i feel ashamed , ashamed i feel everyday.
Those memorizes a continuous reminder "will i ever have control of what's mine ? Can i please have some sort of power ?". But you do ! Who's to choose you'd be unhappy, who's to choose you'd be a victim but a survivor.
Who's to choose you wont turn this world upside down and make it something worth living for ?
You're too choose . You are, dont you ever forget that. You're worth it.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 1:10 AM UTC
Leaving the past behind is hard when it scorched your path
The future covered in ashes
A steady breeze blowing it back in your face
Choking on memorizes that can't be erased
Making it hard to forgot
Polluted airwaves
From a tragic event
Now the trek you on has been permanently marked
Each step taken
The ground gives at your feet
Beaten to a pummel in advance
Now every advance you take makes you think it will all end the same
The future, today's past
Makes moving on impossible
When you have a scorched past
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 3:24 AM UTC