"remmember" poems
,,A trance ,probing "
"a dictum //
intricate,ruby mayb quite& itt comes
A-diction
" down the rAbbit hole" in time,
a-room built off crystALs&&the orbs
again again again again as
thiss keps coming in in-blocks/compeletly-A-solatire-
/pristine in,here , itt-wass , inn rapture.as it
,is, now,was liked pretty muchh
the behemouth my mann , done /repeatdly,
all-corenrs
forr everr it isbent
everytime,everytthing tht i cann remember
a lott off withering / whineingg,
lott off talks just mi-alone
and this i remmember
"she" is the sheep she said
, drifting /at angles/only lonely
all the bigg/pretty pearls
forr manny many more pages to come
she says it polietly
that it delves deep some place ,here
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 11:04 AM UTC
Sometimes I forget, but only sometimes, you become that book at the bottom of the stack. The part that just barely peaks out, so you can only see one word from the title or author. Thats the part that makes you randomly remember. Every time you glance over at the stack, and see the edge, with that one word. Thats those sometimes, that the remembering haunts you. In between the remembering and forgetting, you have that frustration which is like the time when you get that glue stick. That glue stick that is dried out. All you can do is roll the glue stick up and down, dreading the fact you now have to take a trip all the way to a store to buy a new one. On the car ride, you stop to get a coffee, but all you can think of is how that "supposed significant other" never told you they didn't like coffee for two years and you would buy them one every day. I wish the only thing you took from me was that $2.63, in a styrofoam cup, but you unfortunately took a lot more than that. So now, out peaking is that word from that book at the bottom of the stack. Who knew that $2.63, gave you the feeling of being deprived from oxygen. Now driving, you think a little but a little too much. So you shove that memory into the jack in the box in your mind and hope it does not pop out again. Arriving, at Staples is sadder than intended. So while looking for a new glue stick, you start to find a way to get a bottle, you find it, and you drink it. The liquor spills over that book. The one hidden at the bottom of the stack. It drowns the pages. No good or bad memories, all thoughts drifting away like the words on that page. Just like the page everything becomes a blur. Waking up with asleep by the smiths still playing, you roll over and feel that sickness.You wonder why you do this to yourself. But it blurred out the book, though the one at the bottom of the stack that started to peak out again. So sometimes, I forget, but sometimes this is what happens when I remmember.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 6:21 PM UTC
How i feel is sometimes things that arent real
But my feelings can be ture and fake i just ate a cake that was bake
Sometimes i feel i can do this and do this but i dont know if i can make it
sometime you can go outside and make it
But i remmember my feelings got me to the point i was ready to break down just say God come along
I cant see my feelings i can feel is that how i feel is it actually real
But how can you open up your feelings and i really saw acouble fof buildings
Feelings can be very powerful with the omighty God looking rite at you, all i knew i stated turning blue
Dont break down I will come aroud
But i really have to express my feelings though my worries and happines but how can i
Just looking though the window of rain and sun i wanted shoot myself with a gun
But i grew up to tell my feelings to the ones i love i put on my powerful glove
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 11:02 AM UTC