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Smudged Charcoal Memories

Stream of Consciousness Writing Attempt – Wordpress Daily Prompt – Candid

Music: Alberto Giurioli – once again I’ve found myself just shuffling on Spotify, no specific  songs or albums

Candid.

I have photos in my mind, candid pictures, frozen in time.

Of you, me, the world as it wishes it could be … the way it is and the way it could.

Like rough charcoal sketches, outlining your jaw

Tracing your lips and infecting everything we’ve become.

Conversations are easy, expressions in stars and beauty …

Total comfort we take for granted.

And yet here we are, with candid pictures but nothing solid.

Smudged charcoal memories

Scenes were there, we know, but we’re always just missing the point.

Always just grasping the cusp of the greater things

Only to find ….

We were never meant for the better side

So we cling to something more, hoping, praying, waiting …

We hide beneath silence and sideways glances

While we dangle from the precipice

Fuzzy charcoal portraits and blurry night walking pictures

With broken smiles and tear stained eyes

Are all we left behind but not all that’s left to find?

How long can you hold on? Hold out?

Close your eyes

10 minutes up.

 

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Heartache Launched by Your Eyes

WordPress Daily Prompt – Launch

I wrote you a poem, but I know you’ll never read it,

Every word seems breathy and full of some self serving purpose

I really just want to tell you …

But it’s hard when I know it’s been so long.

The cracks have been buried deep yet sometimes still they quake,

Shaking violently only to remind me that they still exist,

Sending the words we said ricocheting around these dusty memories.

I want to believe these brief launches into the past

Are more than just old heart ache taking hold

But I know I’m just selling myself a daydream.

I know I’m reading too much into that look in your eyes.

I know you never think of me.


 

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I Forgot I Knew You

WordPress Daily Prompt – Hidden

I hid it all at the bottom of a bottle,
Under a shiny round of all my favorite drugs.
I pushed back so far that I completely forgot,
I ever loved your smile.

I buried it by the beach we never got to visit,
Where I forgot I was supposed to hold your hand.
I sat and cried but I never knew what for
While I drew little question marks in the sand

I burned our future before I knew what it was,
And told myself to forget your name.
I took all the pills and drowned them with the cheapest vodka,
Till I laid on the floor and wondered why I was so scared.

And when I woke, covered in cold sweat and fever
I couldn’t remember how I got there
Or what all those tears were for.
Only that something had to change.

I hid it so well
I forgot I knew you at all.