Forgotten Titles

by Maple Tree   Mar 18, 2021


Free writing saved my soul
as body nestled
under a forgotten bridge, with a stream
nearby and high, so high in thoughts
that whispers could not interfere
with tears that traveled tween words,
Up and down punctuation.

I swallowed a rock that day
and left, then took a right
and so on- Drifted east and
even further on-

I'm still here with
poems in hand, like a rag doll waiting
just waiting.

So I delete the truth
and live in silent,
lucid thoughts
as a cat purrs
in my lap
and the
cigarette
keeps
burning.

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  • 2 months ago

    by Kyle

    Love ot

  • 2 months ago

    by Lost star

    Just, sigh.

  • 3 months ago

    by Star

    This for some reason breaks my heart. And you left me with so many thoughts. You left me thinking of all the emotions I entrusted my poems with. The things I’ve written and forgot. Also it left me wondering what your forgotten title are? What if that made you delete the poems? How intense are those emotions that silence you.
    Very powerful write <3

    • 3 months ago

      by Maple Tree

      Thank you Ladies, this poem had more to it, and it was intense. I deleted a good portion of it and shaped it into this, my sadness is a bit overwhelming and I felt less was best, which is the reason for the title.

  • 3 months ago

    by Everlasting

    I’m not entirely sure what this poem is about, but I have an idea. I feel sadness.

  • 3 months ago

    by Hellon

    I had a lump in my throat similar in size to the rock you swallowed I imagine when I read this.

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