Memories
Tia Jones
10/9/9
Memories walk these streets,
Like past lovers in a drunken lament,
Stumbling over curbs,
With blubbering tears,
And vomiting in trash cans,
Old stirred up emotions and regurgitated words.
Strangers walk by and stare,
Wondering why they are so strange,
And laughing at some sick sense of humor,
That says somehow,
They deserved this drunken state.
Memories walk my street,
Stopping to look in the windows,
Of familiar houses,
Searching for a face they used to know,
Feeling nostalgic and somewhat confused,
Cursing like a sailor,
At time, for the things it brought,
At empty glass bottles, for the emptiness they emphasized,
At themselves, for letting life happen,
The way it did.
Memories roam dimly lit streets,
Hoping they'll get lost somewhere,
In a stumbling search,
For nothingness,
Or something to that affect.
They lie down on park benches,
And longing for the ache to end,
They close their lids in sleep,
And pray that they won't see,
The pain tomorrow brings.
Memories walk the streets,
In the very same neighborhood,
Laughing at their great fortune,
Holding the hands of their loved ones,
Smiling on all that has been,
Rejoicing and walking on air.
Their laughter is heard,
And they shine in the dark,
Like a candle in the moonless dark.
We smile through the tears.
All kinds of memories walk these streets.
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hey hey everybody! i love talking to whoever, so message me or be my friend or whatever. :) and i guess i'm kind of a spaz. but i'm a funny spaz, at least that's what everyone tells me. :) hmmmmm . . . . i write tons of poetry. i'm a lil obsessive. so yeah, talk to me! :D
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