On and Off Memories

Diving randomly into your life about childhood friends, places that were home but forgot yet remembered again.

On and Off Memories

        Crying to Laugh thinking it's okay to throw fire into a abandon reservoir when it was only a an answer to respond to many questions of "why steer clear and only too calm my pain like a tranquilizer in many different ways?" 

Been scared of causes outnumbering outcomes from which I must feel 

by choosing from reminiscing blind memories 

   I've been strong through countless highways that doesn't change like the name of the your first pet or old-fashioned first kiss hidden as a secret and yet you were traveling through this road without being aware of it's name or even though you weren't steering. How can I not forget the way how the fear of heights that not only sink and flood speed limits in my childhood mind but caught curious eyes looking back through review mirrors?" 

 It was spoken in mother's eyes of turning a new leaf but how it was a place so beautiful to even describe through stories to greeting eyes with such an impact they knew it was something that made you hit the brake -petal on life for awhile but knew time always moved forward,

 As I always did watching carefully each tear dropping from a mother's eye crying alone.

    WE break the same witnessing it all, hiding in a tree just to get attention from the sunsets as it decreases nothing but a painkiller to the human-spirit as all grown up to say; when looking through review windows waiting for your favorite song to play.

       

      

Author's Note

What you think ?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Good morning Andrew from Michigan.
"WE break the same witnessing it all, hiding in a tree just to get attention from the sunsets as it decreases nothing but a painkiller to the human-spirit as all grown up to say; when looking through review windows waiting for your favorite song to play."
I liked and I understood the above lines. I believe we fall into the place we suppose to. Not destiny, maybe good or bad luck? Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Chris Shaw]

Looking through the rear view mirror while an old song plays. We all do it. don't we? We just can't help ourselves. And we are taken back to special places, special people, smiles and tears. It's OK to look back but I am reminded that I should be looking at the road ahead while I am in the driving seat. Life is about balance. Thank you for the journey you took me on Andrew and for some of the memories which filtered through as I read your lines. Good to read you.

Chris

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

Memories I believe makes up the whole soul while filling the empty spots in your soul begging for more in time it's the adventure you take... Thanks for reviewing and yes balance is key :) sincerely your fellow poet in writing and life

[Cherrie Palmer]

I'll tell my only rearview mirror story. For 44 years of my life I always cried when I had to leave my grandma's and come back home. When she died I went by the farm for one last look, and feared the drive down the long lane. To my suprise I didn't cry, because the bond holding me there was gone.

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

Reminds me of my grandma’s house she had a couple acres that place is so vibrant in color throughout the seasons and memories that ground still holds. Pieces of me embedded in the land there yet now it’s a strange place since my grandma moved after my grandpa died. P.S I do apologize for my late response it’s been awhile since I’ve been on here and have some ketchup to do with the site mail . But feels good to be with friends again ... sincerely your friend in writing and life:)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I've looked through the rearview mirror often...
I see a lot of life in that glass, and life pokes up behind me...
knocks me into the other lane. And those memories often put my foot on the brake in new relationships...
not going down that road again, I would say to myself...even as I drove on.
and this poem also made me think of my first kiss...
Jean Verklen back in grade school...I learned fast, she was a good teacher.
thanks for the memories here...
I am pulling up along side you now, Andrew...
I'm the blue Yaris.
j.

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

Your reviews breaths love and life in the fullest ways it always brings me pleasure reading your words. I sometimes implore myself to not steer into the fast lane of life cause before you know it you lose fine things which is the little things. I'm still young and plenty of learning I'm sure but glad to be apart of this world and what wonders can happen good or bad it all depends how you look through your own personal rearview mirrors. Thanks again for a wonderful chat. :)

[Victim of cyber bully a..]

This poem have very stabil form. All lines hold up strong together . Your flow is precise and always to the point. I can feel sadness but also desire to truly live. To became authentic version of your self. It's make me think about my own life. I am sure i will return to read again to experience something really meaningful . Well done.

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

Writing somehow takes your life in a deeper way like almost an autopsy yet discovering and exploring the mind and what it means to be truly lonely. Thanks for stopping by

[Jex]

I really liked this poem, it made me really think, it's sad in a way that is nice if that makes any sense. Bittersweet maybe? But I also picture someone rising from the ashes and starting anew.

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

Thanks for stopping by and yeah its a relatable sadness I've had that in mind when writing this piece. Thanks again for the thoughtful review

[barleygirl]

I have to say it. Your writing appears to have some misspellings, mistaken words, extra words, and just basic abstracts that don't follow logical thinking. It's kinda tough to read you. I had to read this twice to get a handle on the main points you're trying to make. My guess: random childhood memories, such as riding in a car with the family & others are looking in the mirror to glance at whatever people in the backseat are doing, something like that. I can catch some inroads to understanding, but I have to say it -- I find myself wanting to correct some of your simple word glitches so this reads much more clearly & easily. I don't review in order to correct stuff, so I won't do this, but I think you have interesting ideas to share, but the mechanics of your writing might keep readers from appreciating what you're sharing. I kinda remember you mentioning that you prefer to do stream of consciousness writing becuz you get tangled up in the task of editing. I understand that, so I'm trying not to say you need to change & clean up your writing a bit. I'm just trying to show you how this process looks from both sides, you doing what you need to do & me trying to find a way to read it harmonious to the both of us (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

I see the mistakes in this poem been awhile I've went over this particular poem with careful eyes. I hate making mistakes takes away the meanings you've intended and please I welcome constructive criticism sometimes reviews isn't always about lauding work only. I wrote this in a hurry tried a different style with no pauses before I disappeared from this site because of life. Plus almost like Charles Baudelaire drunk poem haha cause was a bit tipsy when I wrote this you know the feeling... up all night with a bottle of vodka feeling too much. Thanks for stopping by sincerely your friend in writing and life :)

[poetgurl]

when looking through review windows waiting for your favorite song to play.

Love this line, rather we look back or not, it's still an emotional ride we take.
All we can see are all our past regrets, things we've done among good memories as well.
This is really good. Enjoyed this write

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

Regrets are useful in creating something purposeful sometimes. Thanks for the thoughtful review and stopping by :)

[poetgurl]

not a problem