#31

It's gone, but the memory remains
Like a fossil long since buried
Resurfaced with a hidden meaning
Oh please tell me what does it contain?

#30

I couldn't think of how I wanted to express myself. I really couldn't. A figment became a large reality. I've never wanted anything as much as this, but I've let it go. I have to anyway. Thoughts fill my mind. Literally consume. I'm going to lose that file. I'm going to erase those pictures. I'm going to have a spotless mind.

#29

It was a beautiful lie while it lasted yes?
All of the moments I reminisce
I tried to forget for some bliss
In the end it was simply a mask.

A moment captured in a picture
Frozen in eternity
Wishes of it, you and me
But something tells me to let it be.

#28

It's times like these in which I reminisce
I recall your face, lips, and dress
Sometimes I sort of miss them
And others I wish had never happened
Alas it's been done, time is gone
Somewhere that situation is happening
In some other dimension
It makes me smile, it makes me sad
The only thing that really crosses my mind
Is wondering if I cross yours?

I guess this has been done before, yes?
I interject then, and must switch it.
For it's a bit too cliche
And everyone knows it's god awful
To be cliche, isn't it?
I suppose I wouldn't have written this
Had I thought to tell you everything
Oh shame on me!
I bought a time machine to rectify this
See you 5 months ago.

#27

It's never been more apparent than when flipping through the old pages.
Fading, worn, torn.
Still ever so legible though.
Something brings me back to it every so often,
More often now than ever.

I would like to hide it away,
Tuck it away and hide it from the sunlight rising during the day.
Even if I would,
The book is bitter it won't leave me be.
No matter how many times I've read it.

I know it back and front.
Left to Right.
Upsidedown.
One day you will be put down.
Binded shut to keep you quiet.

#26

I lay on the floor
unable to sleep
I hear voices
it's 5am

I see a lot of people
resorting back to
something they know
won't work out

I can't help but wonder
the fragility of
a humans emotions
and how we all need

It causes more pain
over time, but still
they (we) continue
We're really animals.

#25

Wind chimes, and wind instruments
Fill my head, slowly descending.
The tempo jumping
Slowing
Stops.
I hit play.