It's a Pattern.

I think too much

I remember pressing sprinklers with my fingers

pressure building and suddenly it's harder to hold

I remember eating flowers, tasting their colors

and discovering the tastes of dirt

I remember chasing dragons, and creating tornadoes

from quick turns.

I remember when being self-conscience was nothing

but a big word.

I remember looking at others and judging only

on their character. 

I remember learning that life hands you hell

and to answer with a smile.

I remember being silent,

and taking everything worthwhile.

I remember watching people work hard everyday

for the little they earned.

I remember seeing the kindest souls

getting hurt.

I remember what it felt like to love,

and let love be.

I remember waking up and feeling like I was

anyone but me.

I remember never counting on anyone

but myself.

I remembered to repeat; to sit and watch the stars

to taste, love, hear, see, push, spin, rush, ride, fall and let

it all devour my thoughts.

 

Reviews

[mobsceneity]

YES!! This entire write is great

"I remember eating flowers, tasting their colors
and discovering the tastes of dirt"

Wonderfulllllllll

[Adeline]

this is so good I absolutely loved it. excellent job, you should definitely post more poems on here. :D

[Voice]

That is really beautiful I loved it. I often remember when I was younger and I feel the same emotions and see the same memories you portray in your poem. Great writing�

Voice

[nostal]

Beautiful indeed!