#memory

But your words are carved in my memory It’s not as if I had a choice My friend from the past century I never heard your voice … Poems for the hearts of your lost ones A craft to hide away the tears Who did you become this lifetime The summation of these passed years…

I used to Blog, not for any great reason, I would just get the urge now and then, to Blog as well.   That was back in the good old days, when some parts of the Internet weren't trying to sell me something; or send me copious e-mails about how great whatever I was doing…

I remember you as if it were yesterday. There was a snowstorm and I was seeing you off at a railway station, strangely completely alone at the platform. I was sitting on a bench, and the world was completely quiet, and I was waiting for you to arrive and to leave forever. I have always…

My childhood home showed up for sale today and it brought up a lot of memories. The house has not been touched since I was a child. It is still gingerbread brown. The layers of mint-ice-cream-green lead paint is still peeling like flakes of white chocolate from the metal back door. The deck that ...

I remember when I “lost” my first diary. I was around 6, and it broke my heart when I realized it wasn’t in its usual place under my bed. That same day, I vividly remember going shopping with my dad and seeing a girl from my class going through the bins of a thrift store…

I'm not good at these things. You see, I try every year to keep a journal and it never works. I always feel silly writing down things that I feel or things that happen. Like, what am I even supposed to say? Everything that I end up writing sounds cliche and I end up feeling…

This is the strangest thing. Me and my boyfriend are on the rocks. I'm resisting the bottle of vodka sitting on the table in front of me, which perhaps represents some kind of personal growth, and instead messaged a guy I knew years ago who still rattles into my head at times like this. Nothing&h...