In Memories You Live

Once upon a day I lived, but now only memories and air

Question to exist, and left upon a forgotten chair

I fall victim; the very hostage to a fate that isn't fair


Into the graveyard of memories, where beautiful things fade and die

and behind the dying oak tree, somewhere is you and I

Beside us inscribed on the tomb is where our promises lie.

Eternal here, is the flowers born from the days

Where I thought it was forever and wasn't just a phase

Years long gone, but your spirit forever stays


Under the moon lays the possibilities of love

But in a tree, lies a poor and injured dove

Blind to see the world, and the beautiful stars above

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A Breeze of Memory

A graveyard of dead trees

Fallen leaves of vast red and orange seas

Squirrels scurry before winter strikes

As children play while others pass on bikes


harmony of the trees an the wind come together and sing

As a bird chirps then stops to clean it's wing

Children shrieking and screaming as they play

Angry armies of cars roar past, then fly away


Memories start of when I was a kid

Only broken away by time an what it did

Sitting still only in question

Of who I am and to what is my impression


I laughed . . . I played here

I was happy unknown of fear

But then reality again breaks memory's connection

Only to be lost again, still unknown of my reflection


Author's Notes/Comments: 

annnd, here you have yet another class assignment that I did way back.




No one knows

No one ever will

What is held inside

And kept so still


You need to understand

But I can’t tell you

About the abyss inside me

The lies are ever true


I’m happy and everything’s fine

Really I’m okay

And the sun doth shine

Well how do you say



See how my pants flame

But it doesn’t hurt

No more than the fear and shame


I fight the insecurities

With scratches and blood

And try to hide it all

In a graveyard of mud


I’ll try to hide it

But one day you’ll see

But not my tears oh no

You’ll see the rage in me


And that scares me more

So I try to scream

But I can’t get out

Can’t break the seam



Written on

February 2, 2009

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was written to Eli. Talking about me and my untruths.

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