I'm an American Indian, living in Oklahoma USA. I'm married with one great daughter, I've written short stories, plays and poetry. I enjoy writing and speaking to other writers. I like reading other peoples work and commenting on them however I will critize from time to time so please don't ask me to read something unless you really want my true opinion, and I hope you will so the same for my works as well. Most of my work has been written through out my life and reflect different points in my life. Feel free to ask what I was thinking when I wrote the poem and if I remember I'll be happy to discuss it with you.
Why do we go back to the places that cause us the most memories?
Do we do it to never forget what we were 'once apon a time'?
How much we could do, or what we could've been?
Where would we be now?
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I have given this one most thought.
To learn this lesson you may not want.
But everybody knows and everybody felt
Some have seen more with the hand they've been dealt.
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Ok, you want the truth, here it is:
The truth is that lives get lost.
Love doesn't always pay the cost.
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Bring out your Dead! !
He yells, and they walk out carring it, the box.
The box that holds his whole world, the memories he can't share with her again.
The moments that will never be, or the time that they will never spend. Together.
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I don't really expect to see you again.
but I do hold out every now and then.
When I walk through my front door.
It takes a moment to realize your not there any more.
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