Times I miss: Post MTV but pre LOL When Windows were just windows And a mouse was just a mouse When an unanswered phone call Meant no one was home, Not that they didn't want to talk Getting letters in the mail And mixed tapes from friends I will take these times to bed with me tonight They will manifest into new memories Created in my lucid dreams So I will miss nothing tomorrow
I used to dream I woke up, got dressed, went to school, then I'd wake up n do it again, only to wake up and do it again, only to really wake up n not want to do it again. Needless to say I tended to miss the bus alot!
Memories stain like pen on paper, A moment now, a memory later. You wish to forget, a day it will fade, One bad moment, it will all concave. All the bad will compress your soul, Unlock the memories, you thought were old. Here again, at the starting line, Ready to pretend you're fine.
memories.
Author: Kelsey May Daly
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Date: 06/04/2020
№ 1208785
I'm LIVING in a HAUNTED HOUSE OF MEMORIES
The chilling tense room if atmosphere so dense Im feeling alarmed, shut of the suspense The cobwebs are common, my smile retracting They're heading for the hills, loud screaming
I'm living in a haunted house of memories Its dangerous, but light I almost see My hearts pounding and soaring The whisper call so scathing
These memories can be a sarcophagus made from the bones you call your home.
When I was younger, I always wondered why my mother was so easily scared Even at the slightest unexpected instance- She jumped. Jumped like her bones were no longer her home And she was running away from the skin she was hiding in. As I grew older she told me the tales of how Men had made her skin their throne And took turns making her body their own- Bruised eyes became her routine As the Xanax she didn't even realize she was being fed Filled her bloodstream, it became her heart-strings. The heartache of many men filled my mothers eyes And I realize now why stability isn't in her nature much. So now as I enter a room I make sure these feet Hold steady on the ground to make a bold entrance So she hears me coming every time. I make sure these hands never grip hers too soon So she knows I'll be there when she needs me too. I still realize how she jumps when I forget That her bones are still trying to rebuild themselves. I still realize how her heart stops- And how she went through hell to find the home in her own bones. I still realize how even her own child Can make those bones feel like breaking again As the paranoia of a troubled past sets in... Even nowadays her bones will still sometimes shake at the sight of me- I realize now, how it feels To be a ghost. And that's okay, Because she believes in me- Even on the days no one else does.
I Don't Want to Think about What i have to Say to you for the Time being because That means having to Think back to everything And all the emotions rise up Again and i don't know if i can Handle that right now in the midst Of all things complicated coated heavily With all your lies and all the things you hide Because that means having to let go of it all, and Having to let go of you and to be honest, i don't know If i am completely ready to do that, to lose you for more Than a lifetime, to lose you forever, for infinity, and to say goodbye
Oh' apple of the eye Forgetful smelling rye You breath is sweet as butter An' your soul Only knows how to cry
I've loved you Before you were born And every letter I've writ you I've cried over And torn
Here I lay and stay Thinking there's no other way I see my friends And they say Love is nothing but something To obey
The poet in his masquerade Holds the fiddle as he plays Songs of days thrown away For men of many That have no penny to pay
Her smile brought wars Her scent brought passion And the way she grinned In that forgotten summer of sin Made any man that had died Wished to be brought back again
Though I know life Is only a forgetful memory Does not mean That every second I spend with thee Is nothing less but heavenly
See the table on top of the hill And the baby that spills With her eyes that hover still In a rotating transition That holds no rule too applicable
What cannot be seen Is never too obscene She breathes the way puppets do Obsessed with only political coup's
Dance with that two step trance She's the one with the lemon pants A wriggle and a right a row The prisoner's have the ship in tow
Now, I know that I said There was no reason to get upset But, here I see you Getting red over a slip of the pen
Forgiving fade away Absolutist abolitionist Too scared to take it, Yet, too lonely to leave it
She winked at me With a teary eye And a whisper to be Close are your fluttering lashes
Watch As the dew drop lady passes
Every distance Is not near Keep your eyes open For soon Your dreams will appear
A present of misfortune Each word a perfect cut The grass was as soft silk An end with no period penned.
