Memories || A Poem About Looking Back On The Past Memories

Memories || A Poem About Looking Back On The Past Memories

This particular poem is very old with old feelings. So since it’s Thursday I thought I’ll release a poem that I still love deeply but it’s just so old. Let’s take a walk down memory lane with this poem titled Memories.


How come the bad always outweigh the good

I can’t even look at the people in front of me, telling me I could

I only remember the times when they told me I couldn’t

These words flowing through my body and I know I shouldn’t

I shouldn’t jump on the mic and let my heart speak

But I just got to let my words breathe

I remember those days when I was trying to impress

I can tell you firsthand when I was down to my last breath

I gave everyone my all, and it was still not enough

I just want to come out and say I’m sorry you didn’t breed an athlete

But i know I shouldn’t speak like this but this pure emotions that I let bleed because I feel incomplete

Because the goals you set, I didn’t complete

The same memories seem to repeat over and over in my head:

But I know things could be worse, I could be dead

Dead from a bullet I put in my own head

These are the memories I used to have while slumped over the bed on my knees

Use to, who am I kidding knowing that place is still in my head every time I wake

Sorry to have these types of thoughts, but this is what happens when I let my pen fully bleed

I think I am really in need

This the memories I only remember

I try to remember the good but the bad always outweighs

I just try to pick up my head and smile, knowing it’s fake

I have cried so much that I could probably fill a lake

Attempt after attempt, man, I really wanted to make it happen

But my conscious or god told me to stop it

These are the memories that I have of everyone around me

So it’s kinda hard to think of the memories we had that were good

I can’t even believe the words that come out your mouth when you say I could

Because all I remember is you forcing me to be the image, that god presented me as

It’s crazy how these are the memories I just can’t seem to look pass

It’s so hard to keep a straight face around you cause I just want to yell out, fuck you

Fuck you for trying to murder my gift

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