Best Out Of Sight Out Of Mind Poems
I lost a friend; Jason really loved his gin.
One night while he was on a binge.
He walked off into the deep end,
now no one has ever seen Jason again.
I lost a friend; his life was his duffle sack.
One day he headed to Iraq.
I didn’t know him when he came back,
well I guess Billy’s mind slipped right off its track.
I lost a friend; his name was old Stan the Man.
Spent two tours in Afghanistan.
Survived bullets and scorching heat,
just to come home and get shot down in the street.
I lost a friend; lived in a house on the hill.
Had two kids and a bag of pills.
One day they found her on the floor,
she’s not going to need those pills anymore.
I lost some friends; I only think about them.
Oh, once in a while, now and then.
Don’t want to seem harsh or unkind,
but as they say, they’re out of sight, out of mind.
You know that life is a very fickle thing.
Make the best of what it might bring.
We’re just a bright flash ‘cross the screen,
before we can blink… we’re just a memory.
You charm me for days with words you text
Then I'm completely ignored, left feeling perplexed
Maybe you're afraid that we're moving with haste
But totally ignoring me leaves me with a bitter taste
If you need your space then kindly inform me so
I have a life and other places I can go
Consideration and communication are high on my list
Please don't make me feel like for days I don't exist
When I'm with you it's a completely different story
I'm like a rare flower basking in your glory
Attentive and captivating you make me feel unique
Maybe part of the allure is your baffling mystique
We all seem to want what we can not possess
But a relationship without time will not be a success
So when I'm out of sight..... keep me in your mind
Or you may find yourself single, for I will leave you behind!
I thought of you today
I never imagined I would
Out of sight out of mind
Or so I hoped
You flew
You grew
You were too close to the sun
I thought I told you
Not to fall
Fall to the ground
Out of sight
Out of mind
But always so close to my still beating heart
Your memory burns into my soul
Forgotten laughs
Secrets still kept
Ideas we had
Plans we had made
Where are they now?
Those dreams we shared?
Out of sight
Out of mind
But I know this for sure
Your memory burnt into my soul
Will never truly be forgotten
Only hidden to protect my broken heart
While you are out of sight
And out of mind
You are never too far away
And I believe that those far from sight
Will be waiting
One day
Arms open wide
Out of sight
Out of mind
Still close to heart
out of mind
out of sight
was what you said last night
as the light was turned off
and I walked away shackled in shameful handcuffs
skillfully placed when I wasn’t looking
out of sight
was what we used to be
strutting our stuff across the stage
like when James Brown was all the rage back in the day
we were the soul couple #1
but when the performance was done
the curtain came down
and no one called for an encore
out of mind
is what I was and what I am today
walking past me without a word to say
a cold look penetrates my being
and what I am seeing is snow melting slowly
uncovering the uneven pavement with last summer’s trash
still piled up beside the gutter
out of sight
what I once felt for you has been packed
neatly stacked in a box
set lovingly in the far corner of my attic
some days when you call me
inquiring as to where I placed the key to the trunk in which I stored what we once were
I pause before I speak
reminding myself that I did know you
once upon a time
out of mind
one day I will explain to the children this condition
fuzzy math
fuzzy addition
how one plus one should have been one
and then adding two more
get the same result when done
and it added up correctly
not too long ago
the door is closed and locked for the night
and I drive away
the street light shining before me
as I accelerate to the acceptable speed limit
leaving yesterday in the rear view mirror
with sounds of John Coltrane replacing you
who had once been on my mind
once in my sight
once on my mind
once in my sight
and I never bothered to ask you
if I ever existed at all
Why did I still care about, some one who had passed away,
Or still alives but has already out of my life.
Let say there was always,
Two sides of each coin.
What everyone saw, might not be all.
To me, passed away or staying alived,
Was only a matter of what in my mind.
The physical appearance of a person could help,
But it was the meaningful memories,
That lived in my mind,
That helped keeping the friendship alived.
The relationships ended
But the true love and feelings,
Last as long as I nurtured them.
Of course, it was obviously,
A one way traffic only.
I respected A for what he did for me unconditionally.
A decade of friendship would last as long as l shall live.
I have had his loves and cares,
While still consumed by grieves,
Of my personal circumstances.
I loved B because he
Brought the best out of me.
He had indirectly helped me
Reliving my innocent and naive youth,
Which I did not have while strugglling:
To escape my home country;
To settle in Australia as a refugee;
To learn English to overcome the language barrier.
BB, you had enabled me,
To enjoy the simple fun loving relationship,
What a peaceful domestic life was liked,
How happy I could be in your company.
You also helped me realising something,
That many professionals could not explain.
Although your final decisions and actions,
Had hurt me a great deal,
But your good deeds out weighted your selfish acts.
I forgave you so I could forget you.
I believed in a saying
"One might not be able to
Remember someone forever,
But one will never forget someone,
Who caused all the pain and aches."
Again, there were another side of story.
Although I could not help missing BB terribly,
I do not want to remember him forever,
Therefore, I did not want to have
Any negative feelings toward him,
The lesser I upset about BB,
The sooner I could forget him.
Having said all that,
I still love him surely and stupidly.
Only God knows, why I loved him.
BB, do you know why and why?
Why did I love you and
Why did I want to forget you.
Only you know why.
I still hear a vocal command,
"Get out from under that bed!"
They'd put a lock on the closet;
I had few places left to go.
Remembering childhood fears
and the maple tree where I was
out of their mind behind the garage.