Lonely Memory Poems

 East of Eden and
The Tingler.
   The lady killer and 
Julius Caesar.

   A star is born and
Vertigo.
   The Killing...

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Write your conquests on earth and stone 
Make your legends made to hone 
Make your story made to last 
Make it written in mold and...

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I recall still those two large probing eyes 
Upon somewhat lean-looking oval face 
That should have stolen looks at me the least, 
Considering this solemn...

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Waking up in the light of day,
Staring at the walls,
Hoping all is ok.
The nightmares show all my visions,
So that I am able to make a...

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Tears may dry, love's mark will delay,
Hope my cries will echo and stand,
Lost in tears, wish you will come & stay,
In heart, your memories will...

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Mary had a special way of waking me.
She'd lie there gazing at my face
Until I opened up my eyes.
She'd claim she woke me with her...

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I was only four, 
when Blackie my dog died. 
My dad ran my best friend over, 
yes it was a horrible accident. 

 
I was...

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Seas sway in sync
Trees tremble together
As grass grows greatly
I stare straight at her.

While water whips the rocks
Sand sparkles in the sun
Branches brush against bark
As I...

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It's a winter colder that the others
we lived yesterday, never thinking of any sadness;
our winters were mild and we wanted snow
to hug each other closer...

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In the darkness
I ran into my grandmother’s room 
And clambered up into
The high, four poster bed. 

	Comforted by the
imprint of her body, 
I lay there...

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“I long for days of simple times”,
in distant quicksand you collapse.
You make no deep footprints to last,
fade before fervent times elapse.

You don’t come back home...

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I wake into the morning of my dreams,
swimming loosely from a mislead youth.
Oh, how I truly thought of loving, then
besieging it as life’s one only...

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A party lingers in the stillness of a room.
Chairs moved, plates stacked, glasses
stained in red lipstick of after dinner
chatter. Cutlery criss-crossed, mosaic.

For a moment, when...

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White foam crashes with memories of conversations here, an awful date there;
welcoming steam floats around work deadlines, lecture notes and scrawls.

Cupped hands warm around porcelain...

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I have heard a hurt person say, 
if you knew what they did to me you would never forgive them. 
Hurt can run very deep...

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