Possibly Triggering - Faded memories ( AKA Who I became ) (11/17/09 )

[silverfaerychild]

Faded Memories

Touch of comfort a long
faded dream
Touch lost vapor gone
lost from memory

Love a near forgotten memory
what I once knew faded into
dark voids of nothing

Happiness a foreign memory
a foreign taste
a lost tree to whom I once
held before it slipped away

Anger is like heroine
coursing through me
feeding I the hate
the fear laced upon my lips
spewing is spit upon those
in my wayto fight through
my wall of safety

My scars imprinted upon
my canvas of flesh, is my
story my anger my hurting
my memories

A non stop memory of who
I became

A faded decayed photograph
locked inside clawed at reminded
of who I became.

a faded person fading into
shadows

I silence my yearing to be
held , to be held

and told " Its okay "

Inside I'm screaming
ripping apart my mind

Shredding my heart into
bits of nothing but faded
stories.

by bex

[siffa]

now THIS one is good. your poem stumbles along in an awkward yet interesting way. The flow is very erradic and quirky. What i mean is i really liked this, thanks for sharing.

[silverfaerychild]

thnk you , siffa

[siffa]

"A non stop memory of who
I became"

sorry I'm commenting again, just re read this poem and its so chilling to me. I always enjoy reading your poetry you're so talanted.

[silverfaerychild]

thnk you , Siffa

i been writing since the 4th grade

[siffa]

I've been writing for a long time too, you should check out the poem i just put up, no one has commented on it yet!