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I found a picture of us siting together In a bumper car, you were twelve, I was nine remember.
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I found a picture of us siting together In a bumper car, you were twelve, I was nine remember.
There are places where I wander, And they're made only for me. Those beautiful green fields, Those trees as high as can be. Yet something remains just missing. Even as I reach my lake.
She was a cyclist, pedalling down past the old fashioned shops on a metallic blue bicycle. Her hair flew behind her like a wild yet beautiful horse's mane, with faintly familiar brunette strands.
Flawless was her image, with not an imperfection found. Like a perfectly formed diamond, liberated from the ground. Her skin was without blemish, her beauty unsurpassed.
Little Johnny's playing. All around the house. Loud as a battalion. Quiet as a mouse. In his room with Lego. Building knobbly towers. So much joy, this Danish toy. Will keep him there for hours.
Our stage is lit, the curtain stirs, a dancer takes the floor, She flicks her hips, throws her tired toes across the boards, A draping gown with sequins flashing light across the seams, Each...
I drink a coffee with you absence and light a cigarette to the nostalgia, I give a kiss in the neck to you empty space.
When I'm alone, I'm often visited by the ghosts of my past. Some are happy and make me smile, Others reopen long-healed wounds and they are as sore as when they first bled.
In his pocket, cold and stiff A lifetime can be found, entombed In leather, once fair penny's worth Now shabby memorial to the doomed.
Another day another life Passes by just like mine It's not complicated Another mind Another soul Another body to grow old It's not complicated Do you ever wonder if the stars shine out for you.
Sweet and sour memories floods my mind of my ripe youth of fruits of every kind. Secrets that were shared off the GRAPE-vine, were hung out to dry in a line.
Why is it that we have this feeling towards our past. Is it because we truly loved it, or is it because we're afraid of what's ahead, or does our past just give us comfort.
And how do you feel now. Do I fill your mind every minute Still. Do you seek out a face in the crowd the same.
I still feel your hand entwined with mine. Wishing and wishing that we had more time. I still hear your voice, whispering to me. Luring me in, setting me free. I still feel your touch upon my face.
The trees are blooming the plants are no longer gloomy the light is as bright as the might of the night no fright only the wonderfull sight of nature while the birds and the bees kater for your ears...
No more No more and no more to be heard The sound of your voice echoing , Your muffled laughter telling secrets undisclosed Yet how deep Beneath still dark waters They are truth They are words...
That pitter patter of tiny feet, running circles around my motionless body... Those footsteps in the sand that I always have to follow...
I lie here in the dark, Our bed is vast & still such a comfort to Me, Though not to not have You in it feels like such a cruel taunt, I fancy You there, in the dark always just out of reach.
Tonight I love the street lamps, That light my way back home. The streets are quiet no one about, not even a soul. I squint my eyes, look at the lights, reminisce being a child.
I had you once, I had you twice, Remember when we camped out at the show. Kate scared you to death and you stung your butt when you had to "go".
Shreds of moonlight hit that space, the space you used to fill. I remember you used to look out of the curtains and wish on that star, those wishes as secret as forgotten memories.
They were the days allotted for us. They were the days, all those years ago, when our time stood still, just for the two of us.
Time stood still when you left us, though mornings turned to night. Day broke through the darkness, but some would remain inside us, we're all to human, our hubris marks us.
Under the stairs was where I found it, tucked away beneath a break in the splintered floorboards, and so clogged with dust I’d swear it could choke; only rationality reminded me otherwise.