forget

you never know

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a chance to have a day
to do what i want
whatever i want
to go where i please
wherever i please
to visit any time
any time that i wish

only the next day
i won’t remember any
to take the plunge
or to not
for what’s it worth
if not for memories
to take with me
a whole lifetime

but i’d still take it
it’s a chance to take
a chance
try something new
perhaps daring
or enlightening
see another time
a passed relative
a neat celebrity
sing on a stage
in front of thousands
or even a re-do moment

something you want
a day to do as you please
even if forgotten
still could be worth it
something to remind
of that forgotten day
will still stir within
maybe in the next life
it will come back to us
for if the mind forgets
the heart and soul still know
that something happened
even if they don’t know
what it was

you may be able to feel
but you never really know

—

A post for Kellie Elmore’s FWF.

return to normal

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Grappling with my heart
in a vain attempt to persuade
it to stop beating like this…
As if nothing else can
ever make it pulse so strongly.
It will return to normal.
My heart still fights.

Struggling with time past
in a pointless attempt to forget
all that we’ve ever gone through…
As though forgetting was
ever an option, but required.
It will return to normal.
But time can’t erase.

Berating my mind and soul
in a fruitless battle–cause and effect–
As though I could’ve prevented
ever learning, knowing and doing.
It will return to normal
after I’m over you.

the fickleness of it all

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Why do we remember when we want to forget?
Why do we forget when we want to remember?
The mind is a fickle thing, never really thinking on its own.

Why do we love to hate, but hate to love
and why do we love to fall in love
but hate ourselves when we can’t pull ourselves up after?

Why can’t we forget to hate
or remember to love unconditionally
despite whatever games our minds play?

those memories

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why do some memories make you stop,
make your mind go blank,
make everything go away,
make your heart want to pop?

why do some memories completely cripple you,
completely distract you from all,
completely take all resistance away,
completely make you melt into the floor too?

why are those memories the ones you wish you’d forget,
the ones you hope to always remember,
the ones you dream about all the time,
the ones you–despite everything–never regret?

lost it

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Wait a second…
where was I?
Oh, snap!

It was just there.
On the tip of my tongue
then it flew back down.

Oh, yeah. That.
But where was I going?
This is a lost cause, huh?