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Posts Tagged ‘past’

left behind

In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 23 November 2010 at 12:06 am

I remember
the past
as if it were
some one else’s
story

as if I
were some one
other than me

those days
and days
of years
the many nights
the horrible “mornings”
of the afternoon

washed clean away
by different thoughts
other actions

I remember a time
when I was
some one else
when I told
a different story

I remember as if
read in a novel
or seen in a film

I remember
so as not to forget
so as not to become
what I’ve been
what was left behind

(D. James)

glorious

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 8 July 2010 at 1:05 pm

talking
through static
for hours

about life
about love
the past
the future

everything
and nothing at all

of all
we could do
with the time

there is nothing
better
than this

(D. James)

unrequited love on a virtual platform

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 12 April 2010 at 2:09 pm

I look for you
or the virtual
approximation
of you

the pull
so strong
the emotional
distance bridged
through half-sentences
in a tiny window

we abbreviate
and emoticon
our way through
complex emotions
rooted in a past
long before
any of this technology
existed

years go by
and then suddenly
you are there again

always reconnecting
always
at the wrong time

perhaps we had
our chance
back then

and it won’t
come around again

wishing
it were any other way
won’t make it so

but I still try

(D. James)

1950 style

In art, bad sex and bad breath, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 9 September 2009 at 4:22 pm

where are
the hula girls
and the umbrella drinks

the smoke-filled
club
with the little
tables
and white linen

it already happened
born too late
the party moved on

damn I hate that

(D. James)

The temperature of the temporal

In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 16 March 2009 at 4:39 pm

Nothing is permanent
not even that statement

Nothing lasts
all is temporal

We are nothing today
that we were yesterday

It only seems that way
because it’s all we have
to look forward from

(D. James)

Were things really easier or do we just remember them that way?

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 27 March 2008 at 7:18 am

In the good
old days
when we were drunk
the world
moved slower
as if underwater

Now time
lurches forward
can’t seem to stop
the flood of years
rushing past

Let’s get drunk
one more time
drown ourselves
in memories of
days gone by

(D. James)

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