Ruminations on Memory

It’s weird how something lying around the house mostly forgotten can be so full of memory 

A conversation you hadn’t thought of in ages 

Laughter tears a symbol of everything you wanted and thought you’d never have 

You look at it and hold it in your hands and maybe it brings you close to tears 

Maybe you just smile because it was a good memory 

Even if it was so long since it happened 

But mostly you wonder about how far things have gone 

You think of the lessons you’ve learned since 

And maybe you cry because the person you were in that memory will never exist again 

You’ll make new ones sure 

Good ones, bad ones, amazing and horrible ones 

And then another item you put away on a shelf will be long forgotten and it’ll hold that memory for you to find again someday 

I hope you make some good ones 

I hope those items hold more good then bad within them

And to those things that you throw away 

I hope they find new places to be remembered by 

Because there’s something beautiful about how wonderfully insignificant items are to everyone else 

But how you can pick something up and laugh about a bygone era a chapter you’ll never get back 

There’s something beautiful about those things we forget but carry with us throughout our days 

Little storage chests to keep the memories that would weigh too heavy on our hearts 

There’s something beautiful about being human 

I’ll keep that memory in my heart forever

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Shake

Let me take all of your inhibitions and shake them around till they chip into fine dust and blend with your fears, your happiness, your memories, and get lost till you can’t find them anymore. Let me absolve you of the pain, the guilt, the tension, the worry. The stuff I want to reach inside and and tear away. The stuff that makes you think your undeserving of love. Let me shake you up and when you don’t know what’s up or down I’d stop and I’d turn you and you’d see the man that I’d see because finally the puzzle would fit and you’d be whole.. not because of me, but because of you. The chains you’d tied into every bit of proof that you were worth nothing.. chained into rocks on the floor.. chained to the walls of your house, chained to the center of the earth.. I will cut away.. cut and cut and heat and pry away until you were free. I wouldn’t let you sleep afraid.. I wouldn’t let you sleep angry, upset, or lonely. Should your eyes close and the guilt eat up and try to hold you in your nightmares I’d wake you gently. A gentle shake for you to remember where you were. Let me jump and dance my feet over the things that fill you with fear till there is nothing left because the gravity and the vibration and the weight of me destroying the weight of your searching thoughts. Let me shake you. Let me shake you.

Thanks for reading! It’s been a long time since I’ve shared a piece of poetry with all of you. All this time I’ve been writing it everyday and yet it took me till now to share one. I used to try and share one once a week. I missed it. I hope you all enjoyed this and I would love to hear your thoughts!

-Till next time!

A Taste of My Current WIP

Right now I am working actively on two different stories. My fantasy novel and a poetry collection that is like a fragment book of memories, thoughts, and emotions that deals with growing up, my family life, dealing with anger and depression, and the struggle of wanting to be someone other then myself.

I want to give you all a taste of that project with the poem I wrote for it today. Something that I would love to hear feedback on!

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It is the night that inspires me and under its darkness I have said the things that were both my greatest thoughts and harshest twists at my families expense.

Everything is heightened when the world goes down into silence including my anger including my desire including my pain.

How could I allow myself to say the things I have said when my mom’s face grows sour, my tears inconsolable, the pieces of myself being cut away.

I don’t know this midnight monster I see in the mirror with it’s tears on display and it’s teeth sharp ready to speak with a voice tinged in the blood from which it stabbed its own gums.

It is the night where it comes out and I choose to dance or I choose to let it breath and when it breathes it kills and while it hurts those I love it kills me slowly slowly I lose my breath my mind my need to exist.

Yet my savior comes in a small still voice of the little girl who knew the same pain yet tried and tried and tried and so for her I continue on I swallow the breaking pieces of teeth and I let the tears become small specs of salt shining down my face.

I scream I’m sorry forgive me I’m sorry

I’m trying I’m trying I’m trying

I try to accept my deserved untrue “it’s ok, it’s not a big.” deal like a large and burning pill.

Even when I want to fight it the answer my thoughts my actions the reactions… I was the the monster and monsters always get what they deserve.

Thanks for reading! Let me know your thoughts down in the comments.

-Till next time!

The Ones Without Emotion

We are the generation of the digital proletariat

working hard for every Like, comment, and LOL.

We aim for angles, Little slivers of things, anything to make us seem more or less than who we actually are.

We are the democratic the snowflakes the ones who hold hands and raise our phones to commemorate the wrongs we will no longer let pass.

We are the soldiers at war fighting, penning our 80 character’s, threading on our most social bird.

We are the ones who stare at seemingly white screens laughing internally and giving away nothing.

We are the web the trolls the memes and the vloggers our time is for the views for better or for worse.

We are the mindless and the valiente the hipsters the woke educators the tired jets.

We remember for as long as the world seems to care and once the next thing is up we take arms for our new affairs.

We are the hope filled, the loved, the gay, we are more than 1 and 0 colored in RGB.

We are the gamers the nerds and the thieves the ones who battle on our VR TV’s.

We are the new and we are the Grave. We will always be fighting and we will always be brave. We will always be connected and we will always know what’s up. We will never back down. We will never give up. We are the ones who will pen forever from our screens. We are the digital age. We will always fight for what’s ours. We will always be free.

Thanks so much for reading! This is the first poem I’ve posted on here for a good long while. I hope you all like it! Let me know your thoughts down in the comments below!

-Till next time!

Growth: A Poetry Review

Growth by Karin Cox

My Rating: 2.5 Stars

Received: Free ebook off amazon

Purchase: Amazon

Synopsis:

This collection of Cox’s finest poems—some previously published in anthologies around the world, others new; some rhyming, some free form—delivers beautiful sentiments, melancholy moments and some delightfully lyrical figurative language, all while charting the poet’s personal growth over several years.

While introspective, Cox’s work avoids self-obsession by interspersing political and broader global themes with the personal. What results is a whimsical anthology that brings to mind the challenges of just being human and fitting into a world that sometimes feels like a tight squeeze.

Musings:

I didn’t particularly enjoy this poetry collection. The poems didn’t speak to me and I just couldn’t seem to feel anything while I was reading. However there was one poem that did get my attention and that I enjoyed and I want to talk about that poem and why out of all of them this one was the one I liked the most.

Picture of my Niece

She sits—a grain of sand, a shadow on the beach,

life’s haul of shiny, flapping things before her feet,

with eyes that tumble like the sea to childish thoughts and innocence beyond the adult reach.

Her pointed finger, parted smile,

a jaunty hat cocked on her fair-curled head,

I gaze at her awhile,

and my thoughts linger, on the fish she pokes, so still and dead.

Yet she is so alive, with so much joy, it radiates to me from far away,

and then I want to be near her, to tell them: “Perhaps I shall be back now any day.”

I enjoy this poem because of its dark imagery so drastically different from the other poems in this collection. The imagery something you don’t often think about or see and it makes it remarkably unique. However, I do not understand the point of that very last line that feels unnatural in the story of the rest of the poem.

I think that my only other problem with this poem and many of the others is that the poet writes her poetry like she is telling us exactly what it means instead of letting us come to our own conclusions. Her poetry is often too on the nose for its own good and while it has potential as it is now it brings the reader out from the story.

Thanks for reading! I do not often get the chance to review the poetry I read on my blog, but reading poetry is something I love almost as much as writing it. Let me know in the comments if your interested in more poetry discussions and poetry related content on my blog.

-Till next time!

Lost to a Great Tide


The sea desolves inward 

                  folding in on itself 

The smallest edges caress you 

                   only to bashfully recede 

I see children try to catch waves like lost clouds

but really waves are nets meant to catch children

                  make them children lost to a great tide

I wonder about the bones dancing together under waves 

human, animal, mollusk… all meeting the same fate 

We are all children lost to a great tide

Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think of this poem down in the comments. It’s an odd one, but my mind is odd at the moment. 

-Till next time! 

Reality


I walked down the dirt path. My feet coated with stickers, rocks, and dusty newly formed mud I sat down to look at the cuts on my feet 

As you watched with a bottle of clear water and shoes on your feet. You checked the shining gold of your watch, and went away. 
Sometimes I forget. I wake up. I go to work. I eat. I laugh. I sleep. I repeat. Then, I forget and forget and forget. In the simplicity of time I forget that others are standing on the side of the rode with ribs showing, feet crusty, and smelling of decrepit dirt. I forget because it is easy. I forget because when I remember it hurts. I forget because I could have easily been that person on the street begging and pleading for help, but I got lucky, to think that flip of the coin is what’s real hits hard. 

-Till next time!

Elemental

Basking in the light I cannot see 

I relish the heat, the tenor, the scent of morning times

The soft dirt beneath my feet 

The tap tap of a bird pecking a tree 

Then the coolness of a summer breeze 

I bask in the light I cannot see

I live in the dark I always feel

No difference between night and day except how it tastes 

A different wine, a different food, the heat drifting into cool

I bask in the light I cannot see

-Till next time!

Something’s Off 


Here yeee here yeee 

All who enter here shall never return 
Come close come close taste my medicine 

Give yourself a chance to close your eyes forever 
This mirror is the most striking mirror in the world 

Once you look inside it you can never look anywhere else
Take some seeds and plant them 

When they grow stay away or dare to be eaten 
If you wear this ring don’t you dare take it off 

For if you do misfortune will befall you, but so long as you wear it all is well
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