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Memories
Images I become,
A memory I became,
Controlling grief
Of loss of love
Maintaining the balance
The minds battlefield
Becomes the sea of tranquillity
Behold the light
The glare off my eyes
The depth of my compassion
As the plains flood
I will run my hands through the water
Feel the coolness
And fill my eyes
Watch it trickle down your cheeks
I will be the moon
Shining on you
Hanging there in silence
But never heard
As rocks resemble people
And the clouds hold personality
Your dreams once again bring me to life
Hold my hands and never let go
For I will catch the breeze
And be caught in someone else’s mind tonight.
This is the third oldest poem
This is the third oldest poem at postpoems, apparently, and deserves to be recognized for that, as well as for its poetry.
J-Called
Nice Vintage
writing - slc
you piece brought a smile to my face. i like the intricate symbolisms that you put together and the way you paint a picture with your words while holding a message together. heh, sometimes, don't you wish you knew if people were thinking of you when you're alone? would work wonders to our egos =) hm... but if no one was to think about you.... then it would have the reverse effect wouldn't it? ah, can't have it all... what do you think? until the next piece brings us together...