Memory Lane

thesilenceofme

A girl who sings in a different language

Her voice cracks in verse

 Perfect in it’s places like a,

newly pressed record and a worn needle

Capturing the air with her tan skin

All audible sound in a vacuum of lust

Christmas lights in the summer night

Shade her silhouette against the night sky

A scratched lens viewing the purest of souls

Light leaks and bad duct tape

Obscure reality

Not left with a stereotype

but a blended mess of relationships

A realization that I am fucked up

And I hate being content

What is next?

Grey day in and day out

Blind my ranks

The friends who also hold no scruples

Simply forgive them

For they only know what they fabricated

Build a bridge that leads to meditation

A pier that leads to a deserted isle of the saddest loss

 Skyscrapers of mirrors firmly on the desert sand

Lost moments mirrored

Fragmented projections of,

 First glances grazing two hearts

Accidental touches whilst on top of your grave

First kisses while her boyfriend is in the other room

Unscathed thoughts of the girl who ended up being the biggest w***e

Bronzing in the rays of past naivety

This ends up being my memory lane.

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

A very powerful story full of enigma and strong images - 'audible sound in a vacuum of lust' and many more.
Superb writing! By the way there is something I don't get on this site - how have 105 viewed this and nobody given a review??
Well done,
Alan