mEmOriEs

I was supposed to finish my sociology reaction paper (yes, unfortunately, I’m not done with that effin’ thing yet), but I found myself lurking around my computer. Then, I found this file titled “diary,” and I remember writing a bunch of stuff in it. So I opened it and skimmed through some of it, then I ended up on the last entry: a poem.

I do remember writing this, but I can’t quite recall what my thoughts were when I wrote it. My best bet is homesickness. I mean, everyday, all I ever think about is going back home (LOL. I know, I’m such a baby).

It’s kind of weird, though. The first thing I thought of when I read this was “love” or something related to it. It just gives off that kind of feeling.

Actually, I used to have a notebook (since senior year of high school) where I wrote all my poems. I wonder where it is now. It was pretty neat, I might say. But, sad to say, I don’t write that much nowadays. Can’t find any inspiration for it, I guess.

Oh, uhm, the title’s not really “Memories,” but it kept repeating the word, so I might as well use it as the title.

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It’s so hard to not have someone to talk to
It’s so hard that I feel like my head’s gonna spilt in two
Will I ever be able to express
These feelings forever suppressed
Or will I just have to settle with the memories left…
In me

I try to reach out, open up, be heard
Asking myself, “Is it worth it to be ignored?”
So I end up holding back
In a dark corner I quietly sat
Whatever happened to the person that was once in my…
Memories

Should I forget who I am to adjust?
When all who knew are now the past?

Memories, don’t leave me
Oh memories, please help me
Don’t hide at the back of my head
Help me find someone to have our needs met
Oh memories, stay here beside me

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I know I wrote this and everything, but I kind of find the “…” thing funny. I don’t know how I came up with that idea. I don’t even know WHY I came up with it.
Oh well.