Forgetting

Forgiving is easy but forgetting is hard!

      Forgiving is easy but forgetting is hard

Life has a way of giving you choices while one may be easy the other is not

When you are small your choices are easy like having ice-cream when it’s hot

But as an adult sometimes the choices you make will throw you off guard

And what I have learned about life is forgiving is easy but forgetting is hard

I had to forgive my ex for the hell he put me thru for my own peace of mind

But I will never forget what he did and it will always remain a memory defined

I want to forget and live my life well but memories come back leaving me scarred

Again I will always believe in my heart that forgiving is easy but forgetting is hard

When I am older and my life comes to an end maybe then I will learn to forget

So my heart can be ready to smile and be happy again and have no more regret

But again life has a way of taking your choices and your happiness with little regard

And It will forever be known in my heart that forgiving is easy but forgetting is hard

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

someone said to me once you have to forgive and forget to move on and the only thing that came to mind was these words i put in poem form !!!!!

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Memory

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Will you remember?

Or will you just forget me?

Lost to memory.

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Moving on, Falling back

 

You do all you can,
You forget the past.
A familiar song plays,
Pulls you from first to last.

 

You move on,
You find a new joy.
You fall back into it,
Like an overused toy.

 

At last it is over,
You know this time for sure.
Breaking at the seams,
One last time for a love so pure?

 

It is the endless cycle we face,
And can never leave.
We try again and again,
Because we always believe.

 

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Forgetting Your Face (day 57)

Not over you, not under yet

though the water’s looking good

I’m starting on the slippery slope of

forgetting your face

 

The strings have started

to tear and unravel-

which I expected, they were

loosely threaded after all

 

Now you’re just a sentence

or two or maybe a conversation

I can’t reach you, you’ve dropped

a weight on my hands

 

Now you’re just a pair of eyes,

going through your own hell

on the other side of the world

Now you’re just a star breather

 

I’ve cried with remembering

but it’s having no memories left

having to live and learn over again

that scares me to death

 

I’m drenched again but

this time I’m soaked with hatred

and how a quarter smile could

shake the whole world

 

Now you’re just a sentence

or two or maybe a conversation

I can’t reach you, you’ve dropped

a weight on my hands

 

Now you’re just a pair of eyes,

going through your own hell

on the other side of the world

Now you’re just a star breather

 

The bridges you built in my head

are shifting underground with all the

old songs I knew that are always

on my tongue but won’t fall

 

I cling to the slippery slope of

faking lives and foolish reasons

but I know it’s inevitable

forgetting your face

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 9/27/16

Star breather

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Without You

The days that were before,

O, how have they been lost!

Another tear, the tear,

it will soothe in my love-tossed soul

 

Decidedly, I chose to not forget,

as if there ever was a chance

at this repair, so hopeful I let

the seen things go, until

 

But it is clear, oh very clear

that this soul you don't deserve

that this hopefullness doesn't strike

that it is I you don't care to like

 

for that, I set myself free

from your shackles,

from your tax

upon which you feed,

is there still a chance at this repair?

I stop pondering it,

for my life is to live now,

without this nightmare it's become

without the deceit to overcome

without all the tears you bring into it

Without You

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This is the Title (For Her)

She is the hateful Muse,

that fights to stray me close.

She wants my eyes upon her -

Just her and her alone.

I'll never let her go;

I'll force my head to numb.

To clear her of my eyes;

to cleanse her of my love.

She'll likely keep on calling

and I will hate my words;

Collecting every reason,

regarding the absurd.

Joyless and suspended,

I pray for time to pass.

Erase the sight of her from me,

as thorough as I can.

At last she may before late,

come to me with mind made up.

But only if the fates are kind,

and only if she's true enough.

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