Memories

Arguments with the demon 

Traced on the landscape of a night in May 

Melancholic shadows, the gray of memory  

The enigma of truth, tangled with spectral whispers.




Lume of my mind,

E t e r n a l controversies, abandoned window shows the gray of living 

Melancholic memories- 

Incomprehension of truth like fiction 

Lies. 

The years of infancy swept away  

What will I love if not the design of my mind? 



 

Rocky_O

VT

17 years old

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    A year older.

    A year wiser. 

    Time slips out from my grasp like the oceans tides, 

    Natural yet terrifying in the most nauseating way, 

    I’m sick of growing up.
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    We cry for what once was 

    What could’ve been

    For the people We once were 

    Watching as it leaves

    Weary eyes, and tired feet 
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    Oh, Bird, tell me how does it feel to float on wings of ivory and gold?
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    Tell me of the world beyond these acres, 
    Of the thrilling adventures in which you sing.