Memories shift and flee,
They fall down, get back up,
This all distracts me!
At some points, I have to ask, "Which way is up?"
Then I remember images from long ago.
Things from preschool, faces, too much, too many,
My life yells to me, "Go!"
But I'm stuck in the memory bunch, all and any.
When I see a friend who I met in my past,
I am calculating like a computer, remembering, thinking.
I find the memory at short last,
And remember everything.
Calculating like a computer, why me?
I calculate with my heart, but still like a machine!
Why do I still have this memory?
Memories mixing with dreams, what was I thinking?
I remember something a friend said, long gone in a memory.
Years later, I bring it up, and they forgot.
What is different about me?
I just have to keep my head, before it gets too hot.
Memories jumbled,
Is my brain knotted?
Something comes from me when I'm stolen by a memory, a mumble.
Everything disorganized, as if everything were flung by a rumble.
This is how everything will be?
Everything is made to be replaced,
But memories aren't the same! It isn't for me!
The look, the outside is just a mask, a face.
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The Rhythmic, Blue Cat
PoetryThis is my poem book. Enjoy, since many people have enjoyed my poems! These are my feelings, so please do keep that in mind. Yes, the cover is Bluestar. I couldn't find a blue cat other than her, who is arguably the most famous blue cat.
