Nostalgia Psychological Poems

Chancery lane at 5 o’clock 
Towards the Strand I go
It’s a tourist kind of walk
I do not pretend to know
Every building that looks great 
Winter...

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Going to the Land of Long Ago

Somehow, someway
Many years hence from today
Will I feel myself unraveling,
Unraveling and traveling
To the Land of Long Ago?

What will leave...

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It does matter
where the look demands,
  it does matter
The identity of the nostalgia
 of heartbroken...
It does matter
the misfortune, to know
  the ajar doors.
Everything...

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sleeping rusty pain
      longing yellowed in time
     nostalgia made its own life...

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White dunes fluttering sands
in the heart delusional disappointments
in my world it was the edge of time
since you left in an april
this and everything on this...

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Douse out on some cloud nine,
Let good feelings numb this mind,
Emotions running out of bind,
These heartaches out of line.

Feelings of unnoticed existence,
Marred labels impressioned by...

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Why do I forever need
to remind myself
to look beyond the mirror?

I’ll never find the old me
behind what’s faded and wilted.
It’s gone with the passing of...

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"The In-Between"

I ripped the pages of 
that tired old story 
from the heart, a body of work

buried the misdiagnosed slanders
then wiped their mouths
with the back...

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Out into the wilderness haunted by ghost town’s ancient bloodstains and lost history scars. 

We wander the dark borderlands between awakening dreams and incandescent seams....

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“and remembering being born would be worse than dying”
in the house of life they failed to disclose
that you would only be partially welcome.
on the day...

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as the Towers die away 
alone on a beach where thunderheads Roll 
where I stood far from
shards of glass fire, horror, disaster
they televised only elemental...

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My head spins as the noise from the crash echoes in my head. I sit up in some kind of terminal with strange trains bound...

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Its skeletal bones bare
Eyes still stare 
All that remains is the soul
A drift as a shadow lingers there
A bare bulb blares
sways absently silently 
in the...

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all small broken alone
where the shadows roam
a child hides in a dark home
tick tock murmured the clock.
while branches dance
and rattle like brittle bone.
toys scattered around...

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