The mind is easily
Lost in memories
Good or bad
Important or trivial
Never mind
They keeps you
Busy
Wasting the present
Setting the future
Sometimes
The thoughts are silent
But not for long
Vortex
Mixed Timeline
The flowers have mixed colors
Blue violet white and yellow
Growing on top of were
The disaster struck
The world was reduced to rubble
To nothingness and still it rises
Again and again
And in fact
It was not the whole world
Just a piece of it
Life goes on
You are left with
Your memories
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End Of the World
This is the end
My friend
The earth is going down
While you drink
Your coffee in town
It splits and nothing
Remains
Only the memories
In your brain
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Cold Light
The nights here in the north
Are short and brief
Quickly moving creatures
Almost invisible
Creating a blue skylight
Mixing memories and desires
Waking up the dead or long gone
Emotions
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By the Sea
My Memories is like
The walls of a crumbling
Castle by the sea
Most details are lost
Washed out into the sea
Some things remains
In tatters broken
By time and ignorance
Slowly slowly
I mend my castle again
Waiting for the next storm
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They Are You
Midnight hits hard
All the nightmares
Are here
Remembering you about
The other people’s war
But now
They are inside your head
You are them
They are you
Sharing the mind
A collective memory
In your dreams
Being the receiver
Is painful and cruel
All those stories
In your head
People screaming, suffering and dying
While you are in bed
Night after night
Please relieve me
From being me
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Insights
The body feels
Lonely
Just as the mind
A sad collection
Of muscles, movements
And memories
I did not ask for this
Still I am here
Unable to move
Beyond the memories
Of past trauma
What I once was
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Afterlife
When we are gone
We become
Just ideas
A fantasy in the mind of the other
An example or a dear memory
But this is not us
We are so much more
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On Loss
Loss my love
Is what we
Are living for
To keep it fond in the
Memory
While life passes by
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The Old Mans Song
The finest hour was always
To our surprise
A crowded one
We shared our lives
With the crowd
Around us
The food, the clothes and the dirty
Mattresses in the dining hall
Still this is fond memories
We had a common cause
Now I am old and wealthy
My five bedroom house is empty
And the pool is never used
We are like strangers or
Even worse enemies to
Each other
Avoiding to meet even
Over dinner
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