Paint Me A Memory

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Sitting
Staring
Glaring at shadows on the walls
Oh, if only they could talk
The stories of days ago


Lying
Looking
Searching the cracks in the ceiling
How many more have grown
How many more will follow


If I could draw a thousand lines
Blend and shade then into some resemblance
Of a life I use to know
Would it awaken a dream forgotten long ago


If you could paint me a memory
Of all the things that used to be
Back when I could sleep without these dreams
Of forgotten time
Lost love
Withered mind
Heart grown cold


If you could paint me a memory
Take it all and just let it be
Let the painting feel and bleed
So I can awake
And forget
What I used to believe
And pretend
That I never let anything get in the way


Sleep
So bittersweet
Could be reprieve
If you could paint me a memory
Trap the thoughts
The feelings
The nuance and intricacies
Onto canvas for all to see
Take them from my mind
And paint me a memory

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SSmoothie's picture

Still very beautiful the

Still very beautiful the second time xo 


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

SSmoothie's picture

Oh I soooo wish I could do

Oh I soooo wish I could do that! 


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

RoC's picture

To pull out the memory

And drop it on canvas, like the pensieve, to be cast out and only recollected if desired. Better to remove the information to make room for ne and better.
Glad you liked it twice ;)


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allets's picture

Shadow Shadow

 

 

Once atop time and farther than long

I dreamed in clover fields and felt the sun

on my intuition that led me to smiling

banks beside fish catching waters,

to hopscotch and hoola hoops,

ice cream trucks, a quarter 

to go to the store long ago.

.

Waking was amazing and the day

pulled me from beneath hand made

quilts to cold lenolem floors

but I didn't mind. The sun

was out and the smell of bacon

was in flaring nostrils long ago.

 

There were kittens and puppis

and fruit trees all around me

to visit and explore and learn 

to appreciagte the imagination

as a tool acquired long long ago

 

~allets~

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