Walk in my mind...

I’ am not a poet. This is not a book. Instead these are collections of what I think. These are broken pieces of shattered memories. This is a journey. You can travel by plane, car, train, or any vehicle that your mind will allow you to use. The journey begins where you start and it ends where you stop it. This is a path with no definite destination. Its directions could change at any moment. Its navigational system is simply the use of imagination, which means you can travel anywhere and arrive there at anytime. You are now a passenger on the THE FREEWAY OF THOUGHT





Friday, September 9, 2011

"The conversation between us that we never had"

I wish that I knew more about you
Then each word and each sentence would make sense again
I could say to you …”remember?”
Words like “we use to” would have history
But it’s just me
Myself and these distant memories of you that never existed
Isn’t it odd that we separate ourselves from imagination only
To travel back to reality
How can it be or seem so real in the attics of my mind
That we once shared a ….time
But we didn’t did we
I wish I knew more about you
Then each word and each sentence would make sense again
I could say to you …”thank you”
Thank you for pleasing me again the night before
With your touch, kiss, or …your … taste
I could say thank you for softly whispering my name from the moan of your voice
That I can still feel the sweat that dripped from your forehead
That I can still see the slight frown on your face that said “it’s pain but it pleases me…”
But that’s just me
Myself and this imagination of mine
The distant memories that never existed
In the attics of my mind that wants to believe we shared a… time
But we didn’t did we
And I don’t know you
The most I know of you is the beautiful smile your face wears that I’ve seen only twice
So I can’t speak my mind
I can’t share with you the thoughts in my head
I can only wave as you walk pass
Stare at you slightly
And say hello instead…

-Cash

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