Blank Page, Remember Me

Blank Page, Remember Me

A Poem by Christopher Michael Smith
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A revamped and musically evolved version of an old poem of mine.

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Blank page, remember me
Bare witness to this tragedy
Blank page, remember me
A six foot tall metaphor, allegedly
Blank page, remember me
Hear me, Feel me, Think me, Remember me
& will you pen please, will you bleed for me?
Fill this empty canvas & remember me!

Blank lines, become exposed
Take some time now, reload
Blank page, spill your being
Take time now & recollect me!

BLINDLESS, KINDLESS
LIFELESS, MINDLESS
TIMELESS, LINELESS
SIGNLESS, SIGHTLESS
CRIMELESS, FIGHTLESS
WISELESS, EYELESS
TYPELESS, SIZELESS
PAGELESS, REMEMBER THIS!

Lost between creation and existence
Defined life chopped full of fictions
Typecast along perforated pages
Hungry pen has eaten all the mages
Magically then bleed the ink
Drain the pen & raise the king
Masses in the mind honored to praise thee
The sole leader of these neurons,
REMEMBER ME!

Little boy so scared of the world
Little girl hurt because her heart is spoiled
Parents trapped in the perpetual dream
None can escape it as the pen it bleeds
Bound and put together through genetic means
Family horror story but nothing's as it seems
A troubled lot can't let go of the thrills
Innocents underage playing a game that kills
BLANK PAGE, REMEMBER ME!
Childhood fog lifting softly
BLANK PAGE!
Take some time now
REMEMBER ME!
REMEMBER ME!
Smile clown; happily down
Etched ink; stains think

whispers of memories
recalling the daydreams
empty page once forgot me
remain calm
witnessing
a blank page
remembering........

© 2015 Christopher Michael Smith


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The first stanza alone is sheer perfection! It is replete with so much honest emotion that it's virtually impossible for the reader not to feel it. We all want to be remembered.

I was drawn to you first because of your name. I have an older brother that was put up for adoption that I've never seen, and his name is Michael Christopher.

In addition to this, I discovered when I was 19 that the father, whom I had always thought died in Vietnam, had actually committed suicide when I was four years old. When I found his grave, I discovered that it was an unmarked grave. My mother didn't even have the decency to put his name on his grave. Instead, it was a number that matched up to a map in the office. I immediately purchased a marker for his grave.

Since then, I've always thought how sad it was to be buried all alone, unmarked, unhonored, and unremembered. So, for these two reasons alone, this poem really speaks to me.

Great job!

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christopher Michael Smith

5 Years Ago

Wow. I'm speechless to this review. I thank you. I shed a tear for it. You are amazing.



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The first stanza alone is sheer perfection! It is replete with so much honest emotion that it's virtually impossible for the reader not to feel it. We all want to be remembered.

I was drawn to you first because of your name. I have an older brother that was put up for adoption that I've never seen, and his name is Michael Christopher.

In addition to this, I discovered when I was 19 that the father, whom I had always thought died in Vietnam, had actually committed suicide when I was four years old. When I found his grave, I discovered that it was an unmarked grave. My mother didn't even have the decency to put his name on his grave. Instead, it was a number that matched up to a map in the office. I immediately purchased a marker for his grave.

Since then, I've always thought how sad it was to be buried all alone, unmarked, unhonored, and unremembered. So, for these two reasons alone, this poem really speaks to me.

Great job!

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christopher Michael Smith

5 Years Ago

Wow. I'm speechless to this review. I thank you. I shed a tear for it. You are amazing.

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Ego sum qui sum - 'I am what I am' Poetry is my creative expression here upon this floating ball of dust called Earth. Nothing feels as appeasing as watching a pen glide across a virgin page, watc.. more..

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