I still Remember

The past is the foundation of the future, every story matters

I remember a time where the night sky was a nightlife a bedtime story for a sad night

I still sleep by the light of my phone in the morning, waking me, shaking me violently as the pitter patter of the rain continues pouring

I remember when I began to see life as an adventure, when new things were mentioned, between the detentions

I still look at life and see the point in a need to bleed to really see reality relieves us of our dreams

I remember places that I’ll never see again, no names, just sights, lights bright around the bend

I still send myself someplace else whenever my mouth waters for something new, a different kind of truth

I remember grandparents who loved me, sharing something, making a questioner of me for answers so lovely they could have floated above me

I still look at their pictures almost as if to say no, today is not yesterday, but it’s still the way they used to say it is so, every single day I live, this is the way that life goes

I remember hatred, I remember pain, but never did it stain my perspective a different colour, I was always blue like a flower blooming in the rain

I still feel shame but I realize this is the same as ever, and I never said my life would be severed, whether or not the weather said something clever

I remember aspirations, elation, matrons in my mind, I find their footprints, noticed, hesitantly left behind

I still try to find time to align my eyes with sights I used to see, of a person I used to be, growing like a tree, a sapling happy to have once been a seed

I remember friends that are gone now, people still strong, however how long simply pushing on singing in silence their songs

I still hear them, their hearts are in my hands, their voice in my head, their words on my lips, heard once again, speaking after death, breathing new breath

I remember why this matters, why must it matter, you ask? It matters because I am simply tasked to make the past last longer, so when I’m a goner I can say we were stronger than the future that bent our sorrow spent tomorrow

I still go to school to learn, for knowledge that was borrowed before I was even sober, and when this is over, I still will live on because the past goes on repeat, and even if I am defeated and gone, at this moment I write, our might cries on thrust upon next week, next month, next year, next millennia

Because I remember them, I remember it all

I still remember, to the last letter, the last call, I remember in this very moment the past continues, lives past forever, whenever, just like the snow in December will continue to fall, even if this world will continue to thaw

I still remember something I’ll never get back, that fact is what made today better has already passed, so I write tomorrow this letter delivery this task

Let this poem take back all our smiles our laughs, all our tears all our cries, all our loves all our lives, all our truths all our lies, because we will never die, we are a foundation that the future will stand upon

I remember, because I know what it’s all worth, I remember from the moment my heart stops beating, 100 years back in past my memory has served, the start of my story, every last word, every sound my ear’s heard, the time that occurred, time may have moved on, but it seems it just merged, the only meaning in life, a strong beginning, my poetry’s birth

 

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[.]

I finally got some time to complete reading this poem... I really enjoyed reading this one too!

Well have you read Alexander Pushkin's poems? I completed reading the collection of his poems yesterday, I hope you would enjoy reading them too... I suggest you to read them.

As always, I would say, keep writing and Good luck for the next one.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I'll check it out, thank you!

[LazerRays]

It is good! Great job! The weird thing is I did a song similar to this. It's kinda eerie... It's called 'the end of a song' if you want to see what i mean on my page
-sarah

[Jack O]

You might like to read, Alan Ginsberg. His poem Howl is well known.

As to what you wrote. I like how simple it is.

[barleygirl]

This is one of the most original things I’ve read lately. Every detail shared is a surprise, becuz your observations are like none other. Your descriptions are simply-stated, yet so unexpected. I’ve always told myself that all these seemingly meaningless details of life are parts of my story. I was too hyper most of my life, to sit down & tell all my stories. But your poem makes a person want to slow down & share some of these millions of vignettes that pop with imagery. Nice inspiration! Nicely hopeful sentiments to share toward the end (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Onlyme]

Reminders and memories of time past. And how they still echo inside one's mind and heart. Poetically, deep, dark and thought-provoking for the reader also.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I also love your verse or prologue under the title

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Truly the deepest poem I have read on this site and this is exquisitely written and I love the last verse especially this is exceptional thought provoking and very deep and spiritual I love it

[wordman]

it`s nice to look back,i remember certain sky lines in a new town from my child hood