Vortex

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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