Just a Memory of You

Alrighty, so this was a quickie edit I did on an older post… and I may come back and work on it later or I may just leave it now. I’ve been wanting to slightly re-work it for awhile and its been such a busy few weeks. I haven’t posted anything except for mindless reblogs on Tumblr and Instagram photos, so I really wanted to get a post done. I’ll call this a bit of a half-assed post since I had posted it once before. But now its new and improved!!! I had a lot of fun with this one, it was a lot happier for me to write and has more of a structured rhyme scheme. I feel like its progress:) So enjoy!

I trapped you in this story, love
So I’d never have to let you go
I trapped you in this story, love
I just wanted to let you know

You’ve left and its been so long
Since I’ve seen your smiling face
You’ve left and  its been too long
For me to stay here in this place

So I trapped you in this story, love
I trapped you to help me remember
I trapped you in this story, love
With all the beauty I could muster

You had a smile to spark the stars with
You had a laugh to out laugh the birds
You had a way of making even the
Grayest of gray days sunny

So I trapped you in this story, love
Along with your knowing eyes
I trapped your wisdom too, love
To help me when I’m lost

You used to do that for me
You used to hold my hand
You used to say “It’ll be OK”
In the only way I could understand

I trapped your joy too, love
Put it in with all the rest
I trapped it, love, because it was
The most important and the best

When I begin to wonder
What you were like just when
All I need is this story
And then you appear again

I had nothing but this, love
Not much else to remember by
So I tip-tapped away on keys
To keep you close to me

I need nothing but this love
Because all is rot, save for you
I need nothing but a memory, love
Just a memory of you

Words that endure…

“Nothing in the affairs of men is worthy of great anxiety.” – Plato

There are moments in life when everyone loses their cool. Weather in anger, frustration, anxiety or sadness. The temptation to give in to such emotions can be strong. I’d rather give in than deal most days and that has led me into some pretty dark places.

 

However I have learned that despite the lows being arduous and tumultuous, the exhilaration and positivity of the highs far outweighs them. That revelation has brought me to far brighter places in my life and far less dark ones. The anxiety still hits me a lot though and the “what ifs” related to the outcome ocassionally  break me.

 

The only way I manage to get out of a low, every time and without fail, is to absorbe and exude as much creativity as possible. One way I do this is by searching for quotes and then writing the ones that catch my fancy down in a special note book. It’s relaxing and often th advice I come across reassuring and reconstructive. This one I read over and repeat in my mind as often as possible. It it reminds me that that moment on the edge of breaking is small in comparison to my life, and this world as a whole.

Standing

So more new experimental writing this week. I’m definitely stretching my mind here and doing a lot of reading, and a lot of writing exercises. This poem is my latest and its been through about a dozen edits… I’m still not happy with it but I’ve decided its finished so voila!

 

Standing

 

Standing here wondering if,

If this is all worth it.

It feels like I’ve got it all,

All right this time.

Time to think, it makes me feel so jumpy,

Jumpy, nervous, shy and tired.

Tired of running this race,

Race, racing, everything feels so far.

Far away especially is,

Is the feeling of control.

Controlling every single aspect of Life,

Life seems to follow its own path.

Path, on it all seems quiet, but,

But that quiet is only in my mind.

Mind, got to get out of it or I’m…

I’m still standing here, wondering.

Wondering, if all there is , is just,

Just standing.