Salty Water

Although the sea is my playground

The muse for my idleness

You are the moon

That controls the direction

Of the waves from my fickle heart

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3.12.17

I think of you and the memories we’ve shared

But now you’re not here

And I can’t help but feel empty.

Sometimes when I think I’m over it

I suddenly think of you and you’re there

Again, tears spill down my face.

I know that this can’t summon you

That it’s pointless to cry for something

That in this life will never be able to share

A cuddle or a nuzzle of love again.

I just want you to know

If you’re somewhere out there

And maybe, if you’re able to hear me

That even after all this time

I still miss you and will always care.

Loop 47

Hey, my name is Yet Another Face

But you’ve probably seen me around before.

You probably don’t remember, but we met the other day

Briefly, I know, I’m a middle child, I’m used to it

I get it if you’ve already forgotten.

I have a good memory

Perhaps you’ll remember if I tell you what you were wearing?

Pastel plaid, jeans and Keds.

Perhaps you’ll remember if I tell you who introduced us?

Twice, we were introduced twice before.

That’s alright, it’s not your fault that you’ve forgotten.

I have a good memory

I remember things that happen around me

I know who you are and what you do,

Even though we may have never chatted much in person.

I know where he sits in chapel,

I know what she likes to express in class,

I know when you like to go up to the cafeteria;

It’s alright, seriously, it’s not your fault that you’ve forgotten.

I have a good memory

It’s pretty weird how good it is

I feel like I know everyone, but I only know one.

Myself; I know myself, I think.

Perhaps you’ll allow me to know you too,

Then I’ll at least know you and me,

Unless we meet again tomorrow and I’ll be forgotten-

I have a good memory,

Haha, I’m sorry, about that before

It’s getting ahead of me again

Don’t worry, it’s not your fault for forgetting,

But my fault for remembering.

 

Thousand Year Crane

Crane in NYC

A piece of nature,

Seemingly out of place in this city

Where dreams are made,

Where concrete is the only jungle present,

Where memories are layered on top of endless nostalgia,

Where hearts are broken as a part of a city-wide past time,

Where secrets continue to be secret long after death,

Where each story is the same as the one that came before it,

Yet remain unique to each individual that tells it,

Since this city is actually a small town in reality;

Even this bird may be a crane in disguise,

Secretly building its own future as it

Knows that its migratory stop here

Will not change for another thousand years.

Pained

I thought concealing the truth was best

Kept hidden in deep darkness was laid

Let those secrets never see light again

If I keep them all there

Then you would never have to hurt

For your or my sake

So why are things so complicated?

In your eyes I only see pain

You want me to bring them to light

But I’ve resolved to keep them out of sight

I do want to let you have your way

Yet don’t cause I can’t stand your tears

If you knew you’d hurt so much more

However would this actually hurt you

When I’ve already pained

Your heart so many times before?