Sepia Toned Seasons

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suburban.zombie
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suburban.zombie
Age: 33
Gender: Female
Posts: 41

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March 24th, 2008 at 02:54am
this is my attempt at a poem. the first i've written in YEARS. i used to write one like every day. i think this is better than my other ones though...its about my four ex best friends.


Sepia Toned Seasons

Time takes away my memories
Life carries on as memories fade away
I look back and see a mess of sadness and happiness
Undying hope and crushed dreams
Like the undying tide yet like the leaves beneath my feet in the fall

The pictures of us have taken on a sepia tone
The edges have began to decay and your eyes don’t look so blue
Not so bright…

My poem takes the shape of our random summer evenings
Extraordinary bursts of life, sporadic and nonsensical
Descriptive yet vague, my feelings shadowed by my doubts

Years ago I would have fallen at your feet
Now I would only fall if you pushed me as hard as I fell when you walked away
When you took away the little bit of creativity left, when you took away the music
I haven’t felt the same since you left

My songs lie on a shelf, forgotten reminders of the seasons I was with my friends
Spin the bottle, spin my heart, break it in two, crush the glass
You left me without a clue what to do

One, two, three, four, five
Sitting in the small corner of a dimly lit church
We, the outcasts, too cool for the others
Now two and three too cool for one, four, five…
Never again a visible outcast, you are mine now though

Never again would midnight feel so unique
Never again fresh and new, I fear this is our final goodbye
A silent glance, was that pain in your eyes?
Regret for our lost friendship, a wilted flower finally broken by the final wind

No matter how many metaphors I use you will never understand
No matter how many tears seep gently from my eyes all five of us will never meet together again
No matter where I place this poem you will never see it, not really

Remember me, the music seeping from every pore
Remember me, letting secrets fly from my lips only to your ears
Remember me, an infatuated liar
Remember me, lying on a warm concrete driveway
Remember me most as the passionate poet

Remember this poem
A sweet surrender of feelings
A whisper of life yet to live remembering close knit bonds, broken
A single teardrop in the form of words

Please remember my poem
Most of all, remember me
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