"obliviate" poems
You said that my words were bitter
You said my tone sounded harsh
As if I was on a mission to hurt you
As if I'm the villain in this story.
It hurts that you can't see right through me
It really hurts that you look, but you can't see me
I truly thought we were better than this...
I thought we knew each other better than this.
My words may have been bitter and my tone harsh
But it's only because contradiction spells my heart
I want to hate you, eradicate you from my life
I want you to come back to me and love me until I die.
I don't know what to do anymore, I can't ignore you
I can't not see you, to not feel you, to not breathe you.
Obliviate what ruined us? If only you were willing to try.
What do I do? God, why do I pine for someone like you?
If only you could see all these words meant for you
Would you then be able to see me, not think I'm harsh?
Would it make you pity me or give you the courage to try?
to try for this bitter girl who was once just on a mission to love you until the day she dies.
-fir.m
Apr 28, 2023
Apr 28, 2023 at 6:58 AM UTC
postulate carnivals festivities ferris wheels unicorns
tooting horns laughs squeals of carnivorous
joviality held breath heights scary games of chance
winning all today
it is our day
to populate reality
with
fairy tales or obliviate insanity send notice
from highs cry together deny no more the obvious
sobriety holding in that hit wary of getting caught
losing it all
so say with me
I believe
in fairy tales
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 4:27 AM UTC
Forget me not—
You've become the cotton in my ears,
the smoke in my lungs,
the tepid water that I'm drowning in
Forget me not—
You can't make a difference in someone's life,
then leave without at least saying goodbye
I just need a goodbye
Forget me not—
Sleepless nights and forgotten meals are my
new lovers as of late, but I suppose
we're quite familiar with each other already
Forget me not—
Why can't I make nothing of it?
I was nothing for you
We were nothing
Forget me not—
Forget me
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 2:34 PM UTC
the first night i saw you,
i thought you were the one
who i can trust to
cast the memory charm on me.
i've been waiting for so long
to see the green light,
it made me blind.
the first night we talked,
i thought you can erase it —
worries, anxieties, and the voices
inside my head.
boy, i was wrong.
i should've learned occlumency
for you are one legillimens.
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 4:29 AM UTC
in life,
where do you dream to go?
is it nashville,
new york city,
or maybe tokyo?
where will your heart
lead you towards?
out of my life,
through wide open doors?
how long before
i see you again?
wednesday,
next year
towards the end?
will you remember me
in ten years, twenty?
when there are crinkles
by your eyes,
or when there's gray hair aplenty?
one thing is for sure,
i could never forget you.
not tomorow,
not ever,
not even when i'm eighty-two.
but if you forget me,
i won't hold a grudge;
because life is too short
for you to trudge
through old, forgotten faces
and memories long buried,
or to revisit old races
that you've already won.
i don't ask you to remember
my visage, my dreams,
let alone my name.
just please remember
my voice, and dancing
in the rain.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 6:27 PM UTC
*"With your tiny drops,
Can you obliviate my memory?"
I ask the rain;
I am scared of the happy ones,
For I know,
I can never live them again.*
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 10:57 AM UTC
She sways in time
To the beat in her brain
Rejecting the irregular tempo of her heart
Blinking twice to clear the glare
She stumbles once, again, and again
Reaching for someone
Who isn't there.
She wants
To forget for the night, blur into the lights
Drowning herself to blissful heights
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 2:00 PM UTC
I write your name on my cigarette, light it up, and smoke it away.
I fill my lungs with nicotine,
I taste the burn in my throat,
as I try to erase every memory of you.
I want to forget your eyes, your lips, your scent,
erase every **** thing about you, and cleanse my mind.
I take one deep, long drag,
and smoke all thoughts of you away.
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 7:14 AM UTC
Beclouded by your thoughts
I'm sitted in the darkness of love
Should I go
Or should I not ?
This state of discombobulation
Keeps me wandering with no destination
I try to obliviate
But my heart still aches
It bleeds like an uncontrollable river flow that has no terminus
Now its just me..no "us"
The truth of our love is now false
I'm lost
Trying to find my way out of depression
I scream for help
No one hears
Its just the voices in my head
But none seems to be yours
Now buried and gone is my trust
When you were needed, you never showed up
Well ,I guess your time is up
And my love is finally lost .
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 5:36 AM UTC
My country and your country....
I don’t know what's that.....
I just know it's our world...
So let's end up wars and fights...
Everyday people are diying.....
Oh! Chidlren are turing orphans and all are wailing and crying....
But what is the media and government trying...
Only they make two countries wars to be multiplied...
Is it my India Or is it my Pakistan!
No one knows Diwali as Ali and Ramdam has Ram...
It's all what they know is to use their arms...
With money and muscle power polish up their charm...
But never know during their revolts thousands are harmed...
Is it my India Or is it my Pakistan.....
We have made to learn Pakistanis are bad...
But during-"All Indians are my brothers and sisters" I feel quite sad....
Leave for it we know once India and Pakistan were united.....
But seriously what was the reason for being divided....
Youth just open up your eyes...
I know it's a tough journey but we need to give it a try......
Only we can make the dead's families tears dry.....
Wake up now or you will lose.....
I know the only correct path you will choose....
At last let's bring back India and Pakistan in their correct order.....
And obliviate racism and borders.........
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 12:00 PM UTC
With a burning desire
The hearts of men are pervaded with doubts
About what their future seems like
Decisions they take appears to be right
But things still don't work out
They're bewildered by the nature of life ,
What they don't understand is that the time isn't right
They try and try but it all goes into the sky
They wonder where the problem protudes from
But the fact is ,"Men only want to acquire
But they obliviate to inquire"
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 6:11 AM UTC
Obliviate me of my past memory
The only Ghost that haunts me.
It comes around the end of fall
With an iron scythe
and frozen shackles
Run chills down my bones.
A dark shadow stands tall,
blinds the path I hope to follow
Leaves me empty and shallow
With no hope for tomorrow.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 6:03 AM UTC
I long to write of shimmering translucence
Of gentle thoughts with gossamer wings
That float above breeze rippled fields of serenity.
But what comes from my pen is how to bake a cake
And what I see through ***** windows.
I long to write of Hollyhocks and Jasmine,
Of exquisite Orchids blooming in exotic places
That suddenly appear to delight the passing eye.
But what grows from my pen are Dandelions
And vast fields of very common Clover.
I long to plumb the depths of human spirit
Searching for the essence of that magic thing called soul
To set it free in glorious transcendence
But my pen spits out confusion not perception
And it maps a path that only goes in circles.
I long to create music from the written word
To build crescendos that fade into lullabies
And obliviate the need for language.
But what thunders from my pen is mostly noise
Without a beat and lacking any melody.
I long to write the words that cause the world to cry-
That opens them to vistas that were hidden
And shows them landscapes of a better place to be.
But my pen seems locked In every-dayness
And I can only write up what I long to do
And blur the words with wistful tears.
ljm
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 12:34 PM UTC
me i am. the me who i never was anymore. no more. no. not since we parted. the me i was, left with you, died with you. me i am, a hollow cage of memories, of journeys of lost.
there are days when the me i was comes in glimpses, in flashes. she cries and laughs, and hurt and bleed and dies. the me i was, hurting, longing, still lost and finding.
the me i am, now hollow, still looking, still lost. now empty, still blue, still nothing, not new. though no longer does she cry. move so moving.
the me i am, maybe is the me i was. maybe is the me i never was anymore. just no you, just lonely and empty. obliviate and blue.
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 4:11 AM UTC
You are no more causistic,
Than you are toxic.
The memories of you smeared on my wall,
Breaching more than wanted.
But here again we arrive at the fall,
Tumbling in this dark motioned state.
Oblivious to obliviate,
This mind sacked wrench.
Tossed back and forth,
Coming back to again question.
Why?
Why?
Why?
I ignore one voice for another,
In order to reach an assumed bright side.
But this the tumbling over,
Has left me on my side.
I no longer want this thought process,
It reaches nor teaches on a better plain.
The choice again to start over,
Has come again to drive me insane.
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 9:57 PM UTC