Treading Into Someone Else's Sunset (All I Want is To Let Go of Yesterday)

"Life is like a cigarette, smoke it to the butt." - Harvie Krumpet. Inspired by Mary and Max, Harvie Krumpet, Felt, old photos and old paintings. Life cruelly teaches us to let go of our dreams.

Full of worries faces are disguises of love,

Map book minds cemented in dreams of hide and seek memories.

Why do you live by a cemetery if you can't live with yourself?

Is it, isn't it? Cause living with others will be the death of you.

Landmarks and monuments are the earth's emotional scars,

People sick of other people all roads are cut veins.

Feelings hurt so easily for the world is the mind's pin cushion.

Always out of luck yet optimistic. Trails of love dissolve into hate

Or is it just the natural curse of all things shrinking and disappearing?

Spiders, dinosaurs and heaven all things unseen are scarier.

Nothing is as sad as tomorrow washed up on a beach 

Like a long forgotten past, minds constantly under construction. 

Bodies self destructing, dreams hunted by day - life is an obstruction.

Nothing left of me except you, futures die pasts cry

Can you be sure shadows aren't angels?

Walking through dying flowers, trees burn like all human hearts.

Words come alive but run out of breath.

Author's Note

I highly recommend watching the animations "Mary and Max" and "Harvie Krumpet".

Reviews

[Helpless]

you give me butterflies with each one of your magically soul captivating pieces! i love this!


Nothing is as sad as tomorrow washed up on a beach
Like a long forgotten past, minds constantly under construction.
Bodies self destructing, dreams hunted by day - life is an obstruction.

Nothing left of me except you, futures die pasts cry
Can you be sure shadows aren't angels?
Walking through dying flowers, trees burn like all human hearts.
Words come alive but run out of breath


especially these stanza, god, i can feel this by reading it. your words are always so full of power and emotion. brought me to tears, really!

[trainwreck]

This was a fascinating piece. Great job!

[Callum]

Very intense with sorrow. Emotions conveyed with depths of one who has lived and lost.

[Sleeping Maiden]

Wow! You have an amazing talent in writing my dear friend! I love the imagery and metaphors used here in this piece. Stunning.. so well written. Yes, life can be hard to live. But it is our choices that can make things better or worse for us.. I love these lines:

"Nothing is as sad as tomorrow washed up on a beach
Like a long forgotten past, minds constantly under construction.
Bodies self destructing, dreams hunted by day - life is an obstruction."


Great write!

[laughinglullaby]

Your writing style is very captivating. I love this poem :3

[Desert Dreamer]

So full of memorable phrases, I felt like I was on an emotional ride...are we dying or are we living? Loved reading this poem!

[akapr17other]

Very interesting idea, thanks for sharing :)

[LovelySparrow]

Beautiful. You sent chills down my spine.
"why do you live by a cemetary if you can't live with yourself?" wonderul :)

[Kes]

Bodies self destructing, dreams hunted by day - life is an obstruction.

Ouch... sweeeeeeet. Although I'm a big fan of rhythm and rhyme and flow - and your poems don't flow like others - you've got a way with words that makes that not matter in the slightest. And in fact, I think if your poems were fast-flowing people wouldn't read the words properly and grasp the meaning.
Your talents are fantastic, seriously. Amazing.

Nothing left of me except you, futures die pasts cry
Can you be sure shadows aren't angels?
Walking through dying flowers, trees burn like all human hearts.
Words come alive but run out of breath.

Wow. :)

[Suzy Q]

I really like this,
"Landmarks and monuments are the earth's emotional scars,
People sick of other people all roads are cut veins."
Favorite lines probably.

[Poeticadia]

Such washed up lives; they seem to dwell on the certainty of the past, rather than face the uncertainty of the future, which they half-expect to 'run out of breath' despite a residual optimism. Aphoristic and thought-provoking, sorrowful and very very lyrical as always... wonderful writing.