Pretty posies and peonies
a few might have beens and used to be's
All pieces of a part of me
that somehow slipped away
A time and place in photobooks
that innocence, experience took
What I would give for one last look
into my yesterdays
But those are faded dreams and wishes
over broken promises and dishes
The truth of what it all is
left in a youthful haze
Today demands more than I have
without a way of giving back
A world as hard as white and black
Like rats stuck in a maze
But I still smell those gentle scents
the soft fragrant petals that youth spent
Some memories I will ne'r forget
as my favorite glory days
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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The Devil's Cut
“Comrade, finally you’re awake.” The voice was smooth, sensual. A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
By Matthew J. Fromm4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
Loving this slice of nostalgia. Beautiful and highly relatable.
This was so nostalgia. Loved your poem. Hope you're doing well Kelli
They were grand, weren't they?
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Aww sweet memories that make you wish you were back in time. Lovely and relatable poem.