#pantuom

[secretlyanonymouspoems]

Scraps of Memories Flutter By

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Scraps of memories flutter by On my vision continuously As here on my bed I lie Waiting should they stop eventually

On my vision continuously I see fragments of what I once was Waiting should they stop eventually Waiting if they ever pause

I see fragments of what I once was Full of hope and determination Waiting if they ever pause I am trapped in an inquisition

Full of hope and determination The people all laugh and smile I am trapped in an inquisition Caged in a world of hatred and bile

The people all laugh and smile While i’m here left to wither away Caged in a world of hatred and bile Never again to see the light of day

I’m here left to wither away Here on my bed I lie Never again to see the light of day Scraps of memories flutter by

-Ch.D

[nottooldtodream]

grandpa

I wanted to be just like him

We did things together, we were a team

He taught me how to flip a fried egg

I wanted to learn, I was just five

We did things together, we were a team

The walker kept him inside, unwieldily on the stairs

I wanted to learn, I was just five

I was too little to be much help

The walker kept him inside, unwieldily on the stairs 

He yelled at the news, and often was sad

I was too little to be much help

But I laughed at his jokes or when he would tease

He yelled at the news and often was sad.

With his coaching there was little I couldn’t do

I laughed at his jokes or when he would tease

He taught me to tie my own shoes

With his coaching there was little I couldn’t do

I was brave because he believed

He taught me to tie my own shoes

Sometimes it’s harder to be the one that survives

I was brave because he believed

We had ten years together but only five I remember

It’s always harder to be the one that survives 

He taught me that smart people say what they mean

 We had ten years together, five that I remember

I wanted to be just like him

I know that that smart people say what they mean 

He taught me how to flip a fried egg 

[poemsbyanon]

Scraps of Memories Flutter by

Scraps of memories flutter by On my vision continuously As here on my bed I lie Waiting should they stop eventually

On my vision continuously I see fragments of what I once was Waiting should they stop eventually Waiting if they ever pause

I see fragments of what I once was Full of hope and determination Waiting if they ever pause I am trapped in an inquisition

Full of hope and determination The people all laugh and smile I am trapped in an inquisition Caged in a world of hatred and bile

The people all laugh and smile While i’m here left to wither away Caged in a world of hatred and bile Never again to see the light of day

I’m here left to wither away Here on my bed I lie Never again to see the light of day Scraps of memories flutter by

-Ch.D

[ravencaseypoetry]

In a Wasteland: a pantuom

I dig for approval

like I dig my nails into

Griffin's back. It seems 

I've been digging for something my whole life:

                  for worms,

                 a portal to China,

                 my mother, or

                            the maternal love

                            I've had to build myself

                                  in my sternum.

I dig my nails into

     the house I've already  hollowed out.

I've always been   digging   for something:

I even search for giant koi in the bottom of my drinks.

The house I've already hollowed out

    lent me dreams where I swam with those fish.

I search for giant koi in carpets and paintings now.

They compared our swim to drinking water properly:

            with big, fearless gulps.

The dreams they gave me

were a tutorial on how to swim or something,

which they compared to drinking water.

I didn't care much then because the point is,

            I dig into liquids in real life, now.

A watch-and-learn tutorial on how to swim:

in, out, through, and above.

I didn't care much then, but the point is,

I did it effortlessly int he dream.

In, out, through, and above.

Who digs into non-solids?

I did it with ease in the dream, but

fluids slipped through my fingertips (not my fingernails).

Who digs into liquids like that?

Face first, fist first, teeth first.

It all slipped through my hands (and stayed in my fingernails).

Wedged in there as a reminder.

And so I'm always asking that vacant    question

with my   face and fist first

and silence falls onto me like my clothes fall  off.

It's wedged inside me as a reminder

to let it all waft through my teeth.

               Am I good enough? my mouth squeaks anyway

like a reflex, a mantra, a plea to just find something after the dig.

I work hard. Give me the gold, the fish scales.

Give me something

             Silence      falls

      onto me

                like my clothes

            fall

                         off.