ash tray laying on my bed
3 cigarette butts
yeah that's me
colors around my printer
reds, green, blues and blacks
they take me back
the love i had
makes me sad
makes me remember
what i had
old cigarette butts
old colors there by the printer
the words i could say
the words that went away
long nights
sad songs
colors were wrong
sittin' there by the toilet
i run out of verse
of course there's still the ash tray
there's still the colors in my heart
guess that's just a part
of sittin' on the toilet
ain't that the shits
remembering
the memories when they hit
don't get to flush it all away
some memories all ways stay
toilet paper
can't wipe it away
those memories
always stay
Excellent analogy,I love it!
Ash trays even when wiped clean still smell like the cigerette,yukky...still reminding of that smoke and the bad taste.
I count my memories,even the bad ones(especially the bad) as good measuring sticks
they help me to know what to do
and what not to do.
Memories are good but I do admit some I have deliberately buried ssssoooooo deep and I will NEVER dig them up again,I don't think it is good to look at painful stuff...if it hurts too much ....bury it deep, stick a cross on it,write its name('old crap' is good name for my bad memories)
then look forward to sunny happy things.
Thanks for your beaut poetry.
A big sisterly hug to you
from
your pal in Australia
Kay.
Reviewed by ♥ Kari Hirshey ♥ (Reader)
Reviewed on July 17, 2003
haha, wonderful and creative write! :) Cheers,
~Kari~
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Ash trays even when wiped clean still smell like the cigerette,yukky...still reminding of that smoke and the bad taste.
I count my memories,even the bad ones(especially the bad) as good measuring sticks
they help me to know what to do
and what not to do.
Memories are good but I do admit some I have deliberately buried ssssoooooo deep and I will NEVER dig them up again,I don't think it is good to look at painful stuff...if it hurts too much ....bury it deep, stick a cross on it,write its name('old crap' is good name for my bad memories)
then look forward to sunny happy things.
Thanks for your beaut poetry.
A big sisterly hug to you
from
your pal in Australia
Kay.
~Kari~
In Spirit,
Bear
Sorry I am in a really bad funk tonight. Your poem as always makes me reflect on my own crappy life. That is the mark of a true poet. YOU!
*Marlene*