Secretcorner81

I woke up again from a memory of despair.Inside the timeline, my child that I carried day and night, I saw down the memories carrying so much pain. I knew I was still stuck inside time , I raise an eye to the sky, and pray.  I ask the lord to vanish all the sorrow. Life became a heavy burden to carry. Walking alone again was unbearable. Alone, my arms ache of the loss, there where a child used to lay, the pain inside my eyes grew like never I thought it would be easy,asked the lord to make me forget, to put me in amnesia, to delete all from my memory, so that my brain hold nothing except 0 and 1. I knew this was impossible, I knew that I had to learn how to forget, to fight the feeling, to fight her sight, to struggle my fights to fall a sleep. Even sleeping became hard to when I used to sleep for hours, now i only fall asleep for 3 minutes and wake up in dismay. I look up again to the ceiling, trying to figure out another positive scenorio, but again i retur...

Today, I wokeup at the sound of her memories. Somewhere deep inside the books of yesterday. She drew a heart and a house, and built a fancy car. She said she will build me a house, she wanted to be an architect. Her dreams were drawn on her windows, wokeup everyday with a glim in her eyes "Yesterday was her memorial, she left a house, and left her dolls with dismay. I still feel her, hear her giggles down the aisles. She was still there fetching for her rollerblades, and notebooks." I continue down the aisles, I walk this time with care. I traced my tired looking hands. Everything looks so blare. The place is aching with grey, nothing left like before. The memories of yesterday were still so flare. Down the memory lane she was still playing her dolls a mommy and a big family. She was grand, even when she played at days  One year back I woke up from a nightmare to the scent of her blood and broken jawline. She was still there planting down her future....

She met him in a caffe, in a crowded place in NewYork. Everything looked so different, even the food. She was frightened, New York looked so big to her, the buildings stand tall, not that she is familar with. ---- She loved the dependency she enjoyed, Walking all alone without any interference from her family. Everyday, at 9:00 a.m she strides through south park, pass by the boutiques for a window shopping adventure. One day, after a long walk, she felt hungry, and decided to hit a coffee shop. The place was crowded, and everything around looked so odd. She was hesitant to take the line and stand in the queue. Maybe afraid in this big place, she looked like a small dot in a big box of surprises, or maybe this is how she felt! He met her eyes, and gave her a chance to step in, she waited to place her order, and when her turn came, she mumbled the order, the food looked so different, she couldnt speak clear. She was confused, afriad and lonely. After several tries, she managed ...

He dragged his heavy legs, walking across the roads, from where he found a thread. He traced the bloody mud, things that used to be, not anymore there. Anywhere in this map could hold a place for me to hide, he sighed! He walked up the stairs, heavy this time, waiting for some mercy to bring happiness again to his heart. He hoped for something else, for some details to fill this head. The old furniture still laying around reminding him of the scent! This time he moved quickly, ran up the stairs to his room , he locked away his heart. He sat on the couch, remembering the same old yesterday. Details are still playing the same old roles. I think, he murmured...he sighed away and drifted with yesterday! He remembered the lines again.." you better forget her, she doesnt deserve your attention anymore..." memories are kept away, especially when they hurt so much... I dont know, I cant seem to forget. Everyday I walk by, to remember me again playing on the same records o...

Across my old diaries, I remembered me riding into words. Recalled the moments I used to dive in a story book, figured a refugee through the rhymes of 101 poetries.. I think I was living inside a bubble of mystification, gathered inside a knot through other galaxies I was a daydreamer, wandering with my mind, even when words fail to maintain a posture in the lines. I used to stop between the commas, figurerd a place to hide when the cyclone evacuate the city.  I saw me one day sketching some branches from which I could never realize. Somewhere, from within the soul, someone emerged, I used his shilhoutte drew his figure on my walls. He kept me safe, warm, and happy. I did cry, everynight before going to bed, counting 101 strayed sheeps. Starred many nights into the vague of my thoughts, he was always there, he talked to me when everyone left to pray. I think I left when I turned 11. Drifted into the blues, across a river, I planted some flowers...

I placed my coffee cup on the table, gazing through the window from a coffee shop. Its summer time, at midnight people are still awake, staying late to gather. Sharing memories could never be better. On the table next to me, sat a wise woman, flipping through her I-Phone, she sat smiling at the images of her memories, maybe it was yesterday - maybe it was never! She hang up a flower on the left side of her hair, painted bright red lipstick on her lips. She sipped from her turkish coffee , and sat there waiting for her phone to give a ring, but it didnt! I starred again, smiled at the beauty of the place, everything seemed so quite and happy. " In our journey we are either overwhelmed by an experience or defeated, we sometimes choose our battles or start one, without giving it a thought. Life could give you what you want right at the right time, only when you believe it. Faith is a very important tool to carry your life..." My brain was brimming with thoughts, so...

"When everyone  lost hope in me, one decided to never quit", I confess. I met him halfway, in the mid of my darkness. I remember I was walking , walking without hope, even without a map. Walking for the sake of it. So I thought since I decided, and since i am known of being strong headed, I continued walking, even when the way was not promising. But then I thought how could I quit when I knew all was looking at me, nonstop. From the window, I look down everday I saw him planting some flowers, of where the details hide in between. He whispered me some words. I never saw my eyes catching those lines, thought I was shy. I backed away, maybe I ran. I knew I was running, and I remembered myself, why I was doing this? and I never found an answer Somewhere, in my daily rut. I walked by a window to catch the best seller. I remember it was a new book lined up on the first row, I stood there for minutes studying the words, the texture of the book was mesmeriz...