Memories

Arguments with the demon 

Traced on the landscape of a night in May 

Melancholic shadows, the gray of memory  

The enigma of truth, tangled with spectral whispers.




Lume of my mind,

E t e r n a l controversies, abandoned window shows the gray of living 

Melancholic memories- 

Incomprehension of truth like fiction 

Lies. 

The years of infancy swept away  

What will I love if not the design of my mind? 



 

Rocky_O

VT

18 years old

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  • The Day You Died

    The day you died 

    We danced, sang, and laughed until we cried

    we filled ourselves with happiness until the sadness did subside

    At the end we simply said good night not goodbye

  • 17th Birthday


    A year older.

    A year wiser. 

    Time slips out from my grasp like the oceans tides, 

    Natural yet terrifying in the most nauseating way, 

    I’m sick of growing up.
  • Love Lost

    Love is felt most when its leaving 

    We cry for what once was 

    What could’ve been

    For the people We once were 

    Watching as it leaves

    Weary eyes, and tired feet