I don't remember you.
A small stain on my consciousness,
left untouched.
Forgetting The Past
This is the most difficult task everyone finds hard to do
From the lessons we learn down to the things we go through
Do we look back to review the things we never want to repeat
Or do we look back because its hard to move on after a defeat
Moving forward should always
fade the memory of the past
Reminiscing isn't something to motivate the present to last
Do we fear our dreams because of our past nightmares
We're going revisit shadows of the past so be prepared
Life is about not expanding on the bad but making corrections
People walk steady taking steps in a new direction
Who could drive forward while looking through a rearview mirror
How do you expect the view of your future to become any clearer
Forgetting the past means not looking behind
Its pressing the play button instead of pressing rewind
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N-ostalgia
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Mona O. Nate)
I often lay down with restlessness wrapped around my chest,
Wild thoughts running continuously when the world sleeps,
I keep wondering where are they and what are they doing,
Why this stillness is stabbing harder than words.
Are they with someone who made them forget about me?
Do they find joy in places we used to visit?
Are they happy without me?
Are they at peace while I am stuck in the limbo of the past?
Is forgetting so easy for them,
Like brushing dust off their shoulder,
Like I was a chapter that they are so desperate to forget?
Did I mean nothing that they feel unburdened?
Then the cruel guilt rolls in,
But now I wonder if I am being selfish feeling this way.
For wanting to matter enough to be missed,
For wanting the proof that I am not the only one lost.
I Tried to Unlearn
……. his name , his face, his memory
but each morning they kept resurfacing;
rubber ringed feelings that would not sink
no matter how hard I pushed down.
So I journeyed to places
that had rooted our relationship:
The park where the broad-shouldered oak
unwrapped delicacies of intimate memories
then leaning in much closer
it shared a consolatory shadow.
The river that coiled past
churned up affectionate thoughts
then rippled onwards to twist back
with a scornful smirk that made fun of me.
The café where he teased
about expressoing our shared ideas
and consolidating coffee compatibility.
Then on the butterfly wings of symmetry
our relationship seemed to fly to new heights
but was I another Icarus on a solo flight?
So the past that I had plucked at
offered no signs of warning, no signals of regret;
sadly the present, the here and now,
yields no guidance on how to….. forget.
Ian Souter
Forget my name,
Forget thy child,
Became a fear,
Of so many more,
You expect me to cheer,
But you leave my soul sore,
Growing this pain,
And feeling numb,
While being trapped to far under your thumb,
Forced my hand of cards,
Shown the small heart,
Watched you rip it apart,
And take the crown,
Killed love to replace with lust,
While lust turned to rust,
And rust to dust,
You see in my eyes,
Forced hate for a man once loved,
Killed too many thoughts to be beautiful,
Followed like a soldier,
Dutiful,
Yet the only thing you call me is pitiful,
You were supposed to be loving,
You were supposed to care,
You were supposed to be a father,
You were supposed to be there,
But instead you tossed this card aside,
To throw out who you once knew,
But you taught me how to love,
So I'll teach myself how to forget you.
Opened the doors wide,
To the soft morning light,
And the grey windows too,
For the morning breeze.
Love alone, we thought,
Will teach them the 'hows'
To pat-hug with gentle care,
While holding them dear.
Let it slide and slip away,
we told our silly selves—
let the slimy words go,
Numb the heavy hands.
Turn a little deaf today,
To all the bruising noise,
Turn a little blind again,
To the subtle glaring eyes.
Because we believed
we were truly loving them,
Because we believed
we cherished them alone.
If poured long enough,
Love would soften them.
If patted with patience,
Their edges would smooth.
But love without fences,
Is like a garden left bare,
Trampled by ugly, dirty feet,
Dragged in by our hands.
Allowing comfort to breed,
Nothing but sour contempt,
Saying, "It's fine, my dear,"
When it really, really hurts.
Carving cornered holes,
Where resentment blooms,
Not toward the dirty hands,
But the pitiful mirrored self.
The self that stayed cold,
When it needed to spark.
The self that stayed mute,
When it needed to roar.
Guilt over resolution,
Guilt over change—
Guilt over accepting,
That no matter how hard I tried,
I’d always be the one to blame.
Maybe you were meant to.
Maybe I was the one who was bruised—
All I know,
Is your choices hurt me,
More than they hurt you.
Now that I’m gone.
Now that I’ve left—
You’ve chosen to forget me,
A choice I had hoped you’d regret.
Now that I’VE changed.
Now that I’VE moved on—
I still feel a twinge of guilt,
Over the things you did wrong.
Forgiveness and forgetting,
are not joined at the hip.
We can still love the person,
but not forget their lip.
I thank God each day,
for my many second chances.
When He forgave He forgot,
with no backward glances.
It is comforting to know,
that God remembers no more.
My previous shortcomings,
before opening my heart’s door.
It’s quick and easy to say forgive,
with hope’s we didn’t sever.
A treasured friendship,
while forget remains forever.
Life is an empty luggage belt in endless spinning
I’ve seen enough of places to forget
Although forgetting doesn’t work, I have a feeling
That memory reserves what does it gets
Memories fade, they say, but no, its there
Its interest that fades, its like the key
You lose one day, and you don’t have a spare
And you don’t care to have it, for you see
It opens doors that are already open
You’ve no idea just what for you have to go
Cause there’s no purpose anymore in walking
That idle walk, talking about the things you know
Its over now, and so reality goes down
Where it has come from, back into your mind
And all your memories are there, outbound
You travel light now, for impressions of your kind
Though I had much knowledge or smart,
My hands were tied, what could I do?
Many days passed without any spark,
I just lived on, through and through.
Respect faded when money arose,
When wealth became the day's light.
Greed grew in every heart of those,
Riches twisted their minds, in the fight.
The banks of the Jaik was green and wide,
Once cut down for fuel, all forests fall.
Crazy rich men spending money for the pride,
Building palaces on the bank, forgetting it all.
The fool when rising happiness little,
Forgetting God, blinded by his prize.
Fighting for a like a beetle,
They’re dividing the oil very nice.
Everything will run out, everything will fall,
Oil... Wealth... with each breath we call.
But life has moments, so don’t forget,
One day, you may find repentance yet.
Days pass aloof to all hearts reap,
strays memories we wish to keep.
Ploys of time constantly remold
joys that we wish to ever hold.
While eyes close to deeply reflect,
vile time spies flashbacks to infect.
Should time leave my recall intact -
could be my joy would first react!
I don’t remember my dreams.
I wake with a vague sense that I’ve seen
something more
of my brain
the consciousness of my inner self.
Or maybe the madness that I
lock away during the day
breaks down the walls at night while I’m asleep
and dances
leaving only a trace–
footsteps in the mud of memory.
Forgetting Christine
As a thorn would pierce the skin
And bury there, deep within
Childish was my love for her
Caught was I upon that spur
Was it but, her air of grace
Or that she was fair of face
Beauty with a sense of plain
Earthly built in every grain
As she passed the flowers dim
Grew brighter round her every rim
Their blooms alone to signify
An angel there was walking by
Her rebel spirit could not hide
The joy she brings upon her tide
A crest of wistful whisperings
From deep imagination springs
Still she lives there in my muse
Pouring thoughts, that refuse
To let her go from every scene
I’ll not forget my sweet Christine
In winters coldness
I awake chilled by the thought
that my fire went out
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