Posts Tagged ‘memory’

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Fictions

January 11, 2012

Homesick for a place

in a story, a moment

that has never quite

come together, a life

that is always months

or years away, but feels

more real than yesterdays

that unfurl behind me

with a sterile sameness

that threatens to swallow

those moments of joy

and beauty I try so hard

to find somewhere besides

your smile.

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War Wounds

November 4, 2011

I don’t know when it was

you got so far under my skin,

running through my veins

’til I bleed your favorite color,

and see you reflected

back behind my eyes.

 

I’ve tried running and hiding,

but I just can’t pull away

with the smell of your skin

burned into my mind.

 

So here I am again,

singing that sad refrain

of what might have been,

because time may dull,

but healing hasn’t come.

 

And still I’d do it all again,

even knowing how it ends,

because I just can’t imagine

myself any other way.

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Hiding

August 30, 2011

Locked away

between open skies

and parched, cracked ground,

desert home a comforting lie,

a crumbling refuge from her.

But day follows day

and it gets harder to rise,

to fight back the sound

of breaking ties,

loosing what we were

even in memory.

 

 

 

 

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Fabrics

June 14, 2011

Living
In the shadows
Of a life
I’ve left behind,
That refuses
To leave me.

Those mistakes
That linger,
Nip and claw
At my dreams,
Fraying the new,
Fresh edges
Of me.

Mending,
With new moments,
Day by day,
While I wonder
When time
Will heal.

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Still Friends

October 25, 2010

It’s one of those nights
where your smile melts
any bitterness, any doubt,
leaves me filled with longing,
craving nights from before,
under stars and textured ceilings,
the comfort of your laugh,
your lips, and it takes all my will,
every shred of self-control,
to drop you off at home
with a friendly goodnight
and a lonely drive home.

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Shadows

June 18, 2010

Faint shadows of was
trail after me, mimicking
actions whose consequences
have come and gone,
but somehow, in soft phrases,
soft edged motions,
cut me as deep as ever,
leaving me bloodless,
hollowed, until wounds
fade again, only to wait
in the shadows I trail
behind.

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Memento

June 15, 2010

Faded memories
pulled off shelves,
stirring dust
of emotions
once settled.
Or is that just
what we say?
Trying to ease
what we carry
from one day
to the next.