“I won’t say it wasn’t meant to be, because it was. We were. Only for a short while, maybe. But we were.”
— Unknown
Thinking of how writings and bathrooms have become my safe spaces, to the point where I can be around other people, and instead just go to a bathroom and just write, but it's also a balancing act, the act of trying not feel everything at once lest you break down...And how to actually allow your emotions to flow and let them not define you. It's an uncomfortable, comfortable safe space where I know this writing helps, but I don't would rather not feel anything, life is weird but true like that, we are all somewhat prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment—we at certain points in our lives are all defined by something we cannot change
True, daddy
They say a picture of you is worth a Thousand words,
But looking at you my memory is Somewhat blurred
Watched my efforts end in vain like blood
Thought my memories of you would stick like glue
Scrolling through my gallery
Pictures of you once took they toll
But now my heart feels nothing
In the midst of our forgotten dialogues
I shed no tears for what remains
I'm always one to remember the good Times
Yet with you I remember nothing
They always teach of true love
Never of true heartbreak
So, like they say in the scriptures
Blessed are those,
who have never met you they shall never know the meaning of true heartbreak
2017.12.17
From Julie Houston's chapbook, THINGS I COULD SCREAM TO THE WORLD (but never whisper to you), available from Bottlecap Press!
They say a picture of you is worth a Thousand words,
But looking at you my memory is Somewhat blurred
Watched my efforts end in vain like blood
Thought my memories of you would stick like glue
Scrolling through my gallery
Pictures of you once took they toll
But now my heart feels nothing
In the midst of our forgotten dialogues
I shed no tears for what remains
I'm always one to remember the good Times
Yet with you I remember nothing
They always teach of true love
Never of true heartbreak
So, like they say in the scriptures
Blessed are those,
who have never met you they shall never know the meaning of true heartbreak
2017.12.17
There is a snake that dwells in my backyard
who finds it deeply soothing to spread himself
across a flat rock in the afternoon sunshine
until I stomp along and disturb his slumber,
sending him slithering, S-like, forwards and
sideways at the same time in total silence
sending him into the deep green of the lilies,
into the shadows, slipping in close to the soil
where those things hide that wish not to be seen
and I sense the shame of having scared away
a denizen of the sun, of stone, and replaced it
with the shy emptiness of where he used to be.
-GeorgeFilip
I walk down memory lane because
I love running into you
Rose tinted memories come flooding in
And I have you back for a few
Its hard to think
That not everything is cataclysmic
That the universe didn't plan for us
When all the pieces seemed to have fallen into place
Wrong person right timing?
Maybe next time around
When you're brought into my orbit
Ill have new moons and might finally know my place in this galaxy
But will our gravity be enough to make you stay
3 years ago I wasn't enough
3 hours ago I was too much
And what a shame
I had already imagined us
I dont know if I loved you, or the space you filled
In my bed, in my head, in my heart
And I can still see it
Concerts in your boxers and rooftop philosophies
I loved the thought of being with you
Or maybe it was the thought of not being on my own anymore
Alone
In my bed, in my head, in my heart
How do I ask the universe for anything other than you?
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IMBIMHIMH 28/12/21
I see your face, your hair. Your smile. Your voice(even that sweet mouse like laugh) [ I tell no lies] that you so disliked but I so loved, in every girl I see.
Just A 23 Year Writing To Stay Relevant, discovering the meme-ing of life along the way - Let's Not Talk Anymore 🌻
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