Till Death Do Us Apart

Haunting echoes of laughter,

Your charming, infectious smile,

Spreading, while crinkling your eyes.

I clutch at those things of past,

Grasping at every last straw,

Oh, all those happy times!

Now only their ghosts remain

Phantom feeling of hands

Together, fingers interlaced.

As a breeze, both hot and cold

Blew against our faces that day,

I strummed my guitar while you

Sang like a nightingale.

As I stand by your grave today

Cold wind whipping my face,

Nothing ever seems the same,

Memories, just washed away.

Smiling, on the ground you lay,

As if dreaming, never to wake.

Burn

Bitter recollections

Unwilling to

Remember all the mistakes

Nevertheless, think of them again.

BURN them,

As you would burn

Useless trash to get rid of them.

BURN them,

As you would burn

Wood to give you warmth.

BURN your fears,

Your sadness, your horrors,

Your insecurities,

Your worst memories.

BURN your flaws,

The criticisms,

The self-loathing

And hatred you’ve always had.

And blow your problems away,

Just as you blow away these ashes,

And always believe in

A better life, without scars.

Fresh Page

Every page I turn

Is ripped, torn, or burnt.

Every page I turn

Has nothing new to learn.

The sharp edges

Cut my fingers.

Just a drop of blood

On the destroyed page.

I’m sick of this,

My book of memories.

I’m sick of this,

Want to turn over a new leaf.

And all I have to do

Is gather some courage

To turn over a

Fresh page.

For Poetry 101 Rehab: Decisions

Right Now

I blink out the tears,

As thoughts of the past haunt me,

They have scarred me,

For now and after.

I shake my head,

At the thoughts of the future,

Unwilling to probe,

Into what lies beyond.

The only thing,

I can do at present,

Is to live the moment,

Right now.

And Mara Eastern’s Poetry 101 Rehab is one of the rightest thing that has happened to me now.