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Tucked away in the crevices of my mind,
Are shades of sorrow you left behind.
Memories of joy and sweet contentment,
Innocent of hate and bitter resentment.
Initiating as friends who desired affection,
Enthralled by lust and blind to speculation
From those whom regarded it all "too soon",
To prove them right and close in June.

Six months of sweet, indolent days,
Precious as the next due to the simple way
Your presence alone kept me elated,
Your revered wit held me captivated.
The moments we shared basking in the sun,
Or curling with the kittens - equally as fun.
The hushed inertia of our days spent together
Was not irksome and dull but treasured forever.

I can adopt adjectives, embellishments and rhyme,
In the child-like hope they may turn back time.
I can exhaust poetry as a means to say
That I miss you more each day.
But should you read this, I pray you must know
That the colourless wave of self-pity and woe
Brightens and shallows with every passing day,
And that our precious moments are pocketed away
In the warm embrace of my broken heart,
Slowly mending now that we are apart.
Like a phoenix rising from ash-glistened coal,
I will grow from the embers and rejuvenate my soul.
I will rise again and start anew,
And cherish the days I shared with you.
This is a tribute to someone who left me recently. I am not bitter or resentful but grateful for our time together. Writing this has helped me to mend and move on, and realise that some paths are meant to cross.
 Jul 2014 Elijah Nicholas
Yasmin
I expected everything to be easier
But I miss you more each passing day
I miss your voice
I miss your touch
I miss our banter
I miss you
I miss our
I just want everything back to what it was
Baby I love you more than my own life
Please bring it back.
What I thought was my forever is now my past - crazy how this world works
You share dreams with someone and then they become your nightmare
Your soul wanders at night searching for theirs
Restless nights throughout
The journey never ends - tunnel seems to get darker, yet they say there's light at the end of every tunnel I used to want to look into your eyes until sun comes up, then only thing I'm getting is grey skies and a black moon.
I loved you from my skin to my bones, trying to runaway from the reality of your memories that have been planted in my mind, torture. The hallways of my soul still echo your name. The only sign of hope in me,is the ink I let ruin the paper with the words I'd say to you.

By: @OfentseTsie & @_Dvniel
i know
there are
other fishes
in the sea
but it's so unfair
for you to
keep swimming
after choosing
me
If I left the world
Would I still be forgotten?
Would the one I love the most
Finally hear my call?
Shaking at the thought of sudden darkness
My Soul black as a corpse rotting under earth
Nature eating away the flesh of a broken Soul
Is there a place for such a being?
My hands quiver with the thought of being forgotten
My breath stricken by the choking of a dead Love
Lungs turning blue with loss of air and yet
With one last breath
I still say
I love you
Fear of Being Forgotten by Autece Soul is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License.
 Jul 2014 Elijah Nicholas
amrutha
I would paint your sky a thousand colors, if I could
And inspire the restlessness in your heart;
I would give to you a million stars, if I could
If I could, I'd gift you a new start.
 Jul 2014 Elijah Nicholas
Liam
a sincere wish that, as each morning breaks, we mend
...a ten word bedtime story...
Eventually the moon loses its shine over time.
It dims and then fades; nature's greatest crime.
The van Gogh you desired turns dim, then black.
It's lost in the memories you won't get back.

The stars you wished on burned out in the sky.
Falling like tears that you refused to cry.
Splattered like a Pollack, then erased from sight,
Left alone to ponder your life in the night.

It may be darkest before the dawn.
But all of your dreams seem to be gone.
You're channeling your inner Picasso blue,
But dreaming of what else there is to do.

Your easel is life, your brush be your decision.
Will your masterpiece come from perfect precision?
Some years ago he met a girl
She seemed so lost and confused
He should've helped her out
But he was stuck in awe as she stood in his line of sight
The most beautiful girl he'd ever seen
Was just feet away and seemed so serene

At this time he was so immature
Trying to think of ways he could talk to her
Maybe bump into her and call it an accident
Ask for help on some heavy assignment ?

Those were all good options but when the time came
He'd did the ridiculous to make her laugh
For days on end he'd ridicule hiself
Just to see that smile upon her face
It took a year of that constant routine until he finally asked her out

Now this is just the rambling of a children's love story
Normally it would end right there
"They were happy in the end" Is the usual end
But the end has yet to come
After 2 years of that the girl moved on
Leaving that boy to lie in his thoughts
Weird enough she still felt for him
So they were ultimately on and off
Confused and lost the boy wonders how she feels
As her signals seem to come in waves

The boy is now 17
Still in love with the girl
Yet she's off with some other guy
In books and movies the boy gets the girl
But keep in mind that in life
Things don't always work out as well
Perpetuity stifled in motion
Horizon beseeched
Lost in deceit
Engulf effervescent emotion
Drown in ignorance
Love misconstrued
The heart’s elude reality, together
Echoing fate, beating twice
Two souls ignited
Flames burn apart
So close
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