There are images and objects that fly by,
as I ricochet between dimensions
trying to catch all things lost
hoping to find what I am waiting for
wishing to be picked up and cradled again.
In a realm of silent dreams that never come true,
I try to remember and follow,
but all I find is dust, and the ashes have settled
deeper, farther into silent dreams.
I know the pain and distress of being out of place,
and the loneliness of no love.
It’s all here, locked up inside,
almost forgotten by you and the outside world
but still within reach to come back.
When you are reminded, there isn’t any escaping.
Though you wish to run, when you do you will fall
and all those painful memories will catch you, face down,
strike you with tragedy, gnaw at your heart until it knows
that you know you are nothing anymore.
And though I know everything;
your pain, love and angst.
And though I suffer everything;
your lust, bleeding and faith.
Though I warn you, it haunts you
never out of reach of memory’s touch.
Author notes
For my English 10A class, I was supposed to write a memory poem about a particular event in my life. Unfortunately, nothing in my life will interest anyone, including myself, so I decided to write about my memories in general.
Written September 11th, 2004
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Thank you oh-so-very much! I haven't written a good poem in awhile, I am coming back from my haitus. There is much that I wish to write about, and I will definately think about entering my poetry into your contest. Thanks for your critique!
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Very surreal and open-minded. The title is appropriate, it fits the theme and the poem itself. I love the second stanza the most, it is vivid and just overflowing with imagery and imagination. Though I must say, the last stanza gets very intense compared to the rest (not that it is a bad thing mind you) but overall i really liked it. it was differnt and refreshing. if you could, i'd like you to enter some poetry in my contest, i really like how you write.
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