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Alone he lays
unspoken words
and memories of her
hanging in the air
He remembers her laughter
how soft her skin was
her beautiful smile
haunting his memory
She seems so vivid
but he knows better
than to reach for something
thats not even there
Memories of her
haunt him everyday
His mistakes still
hanging in the air
He just can't seem
to forget his past
as he lays there
and lets it haunt him
The memories of her
so vivid in his mind
if only he could just
reach out and touch her
But all alone he lays
unspoken words
and memories of her
hanging in the air
unspoken words
and memories of her
hanging in the air
He remembers her laughter
how soft her skin was
her beautiful smile
haunting his memory
She seems so vivid
but he knows better
than to reach for something
thats not even there
Memories of her
haunt him everyday
His mistakes still
hanging in the air
He just can't seem
to forget his past
as he lays there
and lets it haunt him
The memories of her
so vivid in his mind
if only he could just
reach out and touch her
But all alone he lays
unspoken words
and memories of her
hanging in the air
crumbs
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Literature
Retrospection
We beg for mercy,
to be pardoned
of a sin not of
our own volition;
to escape what
haunts the mind
through dreams
and distorted images.
There is an escape,
but it seems far-fetched,
and it only leads
to further damnation.
Breaking the silence
with a subtle scream;
still the heart is
shattered with memories.
-Brian Shuffett
July 11th, 2010
Literature
Stories From the Psych Ward (2 of 3)
I'm so cold I feel it down to the bones,
sitting in the dining hall trembling
over my cup of tea. A huge Christmas
tree twinkles merrily beside me in red, blue, silver, pink and gold.
Patients huddle together outside to talk,
but I'm forbidden to join them,
trapped inside the ward on a category four.
They're all strangers to me, I've spoken to no one.
Smoking their cigarettes in faded pajamas,
looking tired and worn down,
lips twisting into smiles as the smoke
curls down into their lungs.
Nurses find me hiding from evil spirits in the cupboard.
They let me stay inside, safe until the panic stops and
the shadows disa
Literature
Discern
I can take
a hint without
taking offense,
without affecting
my sense of self,
but it's so hard
to tell who is real.
-Brian Shuffett
July 24th, 2010
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He'll let his memories torment him, because he knows it's only right to let her haunt his mind.
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Love the "light" imagery in this one
, I say 'light' cause not too much description ish given fer the imagery, which ish neither good nor bad, but fit this poem perfectly:3
, I say 'light' cause not too much description ish given fer the imagery, which ish neither good nor bad, but fit this poem perfectly:3