The Forgetful Knight
Once, he had been a legend, the Knight of the Western Vale, keeper of oaths, defender of the weak.
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Once, he had been a legend, the Knight of the Western Vale, keeper of oaths, defender of the weak.
Lift the lid Plug it in Remove the cap Ready the pin Slide it out Place it down Remember the yellow No more, frown Pin in place Playing right now Ah the memories Feeling old somehow Now the...
Freshman me, two years ago, looked over at Paul, who was sitting just a few feet away on the weight room floor. The previous day before I had noticed him, alone, not really sure who he could talk to.
"Dreaming is what we came to do, if dreams are wishes, it will come true..." ~ yikici (I'm not sure if you are allowed to quote yourself here, but I thought what the heck -I don't do so so often.
#beginningline #nightdwellers. The moon lit up the cobbles on a starless pitch black night. A million sleeping hedgehogs with not a single spine in sight.
Dear Melody I was just thinking about you again today. I was remembering the first day I saw you, remember. I was so shy back then.
#acrostic (secret) So here we are with another line in the sand Endlessly dragging our feet through the land Calmly the waves shift over the shore Restlessly mending all previous sores Even the ones...
I remember hand-holding, The sea, the grass, our smiles, The endless walks across the sand, Our talks could stretch for miles.
When I was four. My dad would wash his car. And take me outside to play. I'd play with chalk while he cleaned. While I played I heard a girl. She would play the guitar on her front porch.
#opussweeklychallenge I remember ... yes I do, A fleeting memory of me and you. I was small ... maybe three or four, Laying across your lap, staring down to the floor.
#sundayrepost 8 new lines Oh no.
Back in the 1970s when men were men and pandas were pandas and not nearly as endangered as they are today, people were allowed to smoke cigarettes in public without the fear of being shot by people...
Imagine a thick rope unraveling slowly, seeing it stretching out and straining. One by one the strands that make up the rope whip round and fall out off the once whole and strong body of the rope.
Do you still think about me. Like I still do about you Are you truly happy. Are you seeing someone new.
*This is a blog post. *Strong language etc. "Do not go gentle into that good night" (Dylan Thomas). Smell. Perhaps one of our more overlooked senses.
It's very hard to dust Off the old, rank, rust I almost couldn't see What it was meant to be The bike that was old It's story will unfold From where it was from Maybe used by a Pom It's...
I've no responsibilities anymore Till death comes knocking at my door Yet, I just cannot ignore Whats now knocking at our door.
Remember those days we used to run away when our parents said "cleaning time" Remember those days when you heard the ice cream truck and ran to the street with your dollar and...
It's funny how kids think. I remember when I was six or seven, I was at the arcade when I got to thinking about what would happen if you took the tokens out of the game machines.
I used to sit at my bedroom window and think about my future. I always pictured me being somewhere far away from here. A perfect place. Far too big to imagine and life there was amazing.
Every greeting was the same '083159' 'Hello Grandad' My friend who lived so many miles away, Carnoustie, my childhood in seashells and sand.
I'm sure there are times, when you give pause, still yourself and for a moment simply stare into the incessant void before you without a single thought.
#acrostic S omewhere below London on the map O h that's where I'll be, eating a nice bap U - turn back to London, back where I love T o where I feel I belong, H ome when I never stay long ... but...
It isn't where the Sunshine hides, no -That just reflects off the waves Across the Bosphorus shores' Nor is it where I roam; But it is where I call home -Unsurprisingly where my gran Lovingly looked...