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Memory's Lost

Once in a while, a cruel, old man Had stood up in front and had bade me to stand He'd point out a sentence, instruct me to speak And my crush would let slip a small, cruel, mirthful shriek Then my sibilant esses would ring out so loud And my spittle sailed south 'cross the heads of the crowd The teacher pronounced my reading a mess And I couldn't help but feel that I was Missing something, missing something All my life I think I missed something My friends took me out to the pictures tonight Though I never was blessed with the powers of sight The score underscored each great scene with aplomb But I knew from the swells and the claps it was done In a few moments I had slunk into the night With a sense in my gut that some thing wasn't right Right before I would physically run into you I could not help but feel that I was Missing something, missing something All my life, I think I missed Something big, something vital, something unerringly true And today I think that something was you After rainfall I stepped into the sun It dried off my skin but the cold made me numb I stepped back to the porch and back into your arms With a hide dried so thick that your arrows can't harm I can carry you miles just perched on my back But my heart and my belly are safe from attack Intellectually I know that there's nothing I lack But I can't shake the feeling that I am Missing something, missing something All my life I think I missed Something big, something vital, something unerringly true But it's something I've forgotten In a sky so blue

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 3/8/2011 7:45:00 AM
i really love this poem so much and to me meomry lost is not the lost of who you are its like the meomry of who is there and they cant find themseleves and what will be of it unless you dont let it be what it needs to be i hope to read more good poems from you.
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Date: 3/8/2011 7:43:00 AM
i always had some intentions on doing alot but they are intentions their more something that went to a dream and then an american dream and then more to something or as i say one step closer to where i want to be
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