I lay in bed
In a hotel room
And I thought about why
I was there
And my thoughts spilled
On to the sheets and pillow

I thought about why I am here
And as if my thoughts were
Connect the dots
Memory to memory to memory
I chose the good ones
Not the bad ones

I wondered
While staring at the ceiling
Why such good thoughts could
Put a tear in my eye
I sniffled...

I began to wonder where all the
Good memories go
You know, after we're gone
And what things that we look at
And hold, bring back memories
And we are the tour guide and
Tourist
Where do the memories go?

For such things that have the power
To drive us
Paralyze us
To teach us lessons, often no
Shortage on pain
I imagine these memories
Spread out and corralled
Bright and twinkling
With colors and shapes
Reflecting
They are mine
I wonder
Where will they go when I
Am gone

Very nice thank you for sharing.

This is the kind of writing that breaths!...You put into words the deepest, most personal feelings, feelings that every single one of us have experienced at some point in our lives...I love you my talented friend!!...Wishing you a "bright and twinkling" New Year ((((( K )))))

Hey how do you do that? just off of life experiences I gather. Let me try that!

"Jack n jill" went up the hill
To drink some Crown and water
Jack fell down and broke the Crown
and jill called him stupid and left with
another guy.
Ok I think I'm getting the idea. Thats cool, I could call it ponys' painful poetry....painful for who? Lol

Joking..very nice and even nicer to so you again my friend. All the best in 2015

Wow this is so nice. I love your art

When evening comes the shadows grow, as the sun begins to set.
Take care that you don't come to know, a thing that's called regret.
Not what you try or what you do, throughout a carefree youth.
It's what you don't you'll come to rue, when time reveals its truth.



There is wisdom to be had from mistaken words and acts.
You'll find that failure's not so bad, it strengthens you in fact.
Rejection's fear or the fear of failure, that paralyzes you.
Is the stuff of tears and that which keeps you dreams from coming true.



It takes a certain kind of nerve to tell someone you care.
But then nature tends to serve the person who would dare.
Bravery isn't something you can cultivate from seed.
It must be conjured up anew each time that there's a need.



So take these words and hold them close,
it's certain you'll find that,
one second of courage to speak from the heart
will result in you hearing them back. :-)

shouldn't you give credit to the author? Belkin might not approve...