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One good Memory MAG

September 14, 2010
By Stacy Oliver BRONZE, Gibsonia, Pennsylvania
Stacy Oliver BRONZE, Gibsonia, Pennsylvania
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My eyes close.
My body becomes numb,
And I lose all feeling.
Memories flood my mind,
Most awful reminiscences that I’d tried so hard to forget.
They take over,
Some of the first that I can’t even remember remembering;
Then, blurry ones from my childhood – altered so many times that now they are just a
smear of colors,
Arguments with parents,
Fighting over curfew,
Slamming my door shut in fury,
All clustered around my brain in a dazed rush.
I try to fight back;
I try to escape the numbness of my body,
But darkness forces itself upon me.
A dark haze travels over my mind,
One that is impossible to escape.
Death is what is forcing itself upon me,
And these memories are the last things I will see.
In exhaustion I let go,
Just let it take over,
Let the haze engulf my body with no hope that I can possibly try to fight it.
What seems like years pass by,
And finally the haze takes over completely.
But wait,
My brain still has one small memory,
One that I wanted to forget,
But couldn’t.
I see your face,
Your handsome smile,
Your gorgeous eyes,
And then I hear your laugh,
And you whisper in my ear,
“I love you …”
That one memory,
That one single memory of you,
It fights back.
My mind struggles to force the haze away,
And with the last ounce of strength in my body,
With that one single ounce that the memory of you somehow devised …
I open my eyes.

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irishlass317 said...
on Jul. 27 2012 at 1:25 pm
irishlass317, Jefferson City, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
"I asked Jesus 'How much do you love me?' He answered 'This much.' And He streched out His arms and died."

I love this!!!!!!! It is soooo amazing!! Hahaha it reminds me of one of my friends!! :-)

on Sep. 14 2010 at 6:17 pm
DiamondsIntheGrass GOLD, Martinsville, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
Worry is simply a misuse of the imagination.

Awww... thats really cute. sweet. would you mind taking a look at some of my poems?  thanks.