You work for years to forget
the things that you hate to remember
You store them away and seal them tight
and you throw away the key
but every now and then something happens
Maybe a smell or a sound
a brush of something against your skin
the way the sun shines on something
and the seal is broken and they all come flooding back
Surrounding you with their feelings of helplessness
of pain long forgotten, but your body always remembers
They hold you there in their dark embrace
filling your mind with terror and anguish
and then after awhile
they slowly fade out and slink back into their box
to be sealed away until the next time
Sometimes They Come Back
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- The Ravyn
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Sometimes They Come Back
take my hand if you don't know where you're goin' ... i'll understand .... i've lost the way myself ...
j. kaye
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j. kaye
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- jhanke
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wow Jenn, i loved this poem.. Its so very true, its horrible. I hope things are going well for you, i love the feelings you put in your 'scribbles" as you call them but to other they are truly inspirational!
Never stop writing, it always has some release they can help with anything that you feel, i have found that anyways. Love your work...
Jen
Never stop writing, it always has some release they can help with anything that you feel, i have found that anyways. Love your work...
Jen
Maybe I should of buried the butterfly instead of picking it apart.
- KillerFox81
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I know this feeling all to well and lately my boxed memories have decided to pay me visits in my sleep turning a seemingly great dream into a nightmare. Nice write, love dthe whole feel of it and the topic to.
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Negrodamus: Because he has the receipt.
Silky Johnston: Now, if you'll excuse me. I'm gonna go put water in Buck Nasty's Mama's dish.
Silky Johnston: I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I don't even know you, but I hate you. I hate your guts. I hope all the bad things in life happen to you and only to you
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