Hippocampus
The sights,
the smells,
the sounds
that rumble my memories,
shaking me from the musty roots
of my buried senses,
that rattle
my epistemic indifference
to a vivid blur of remembrance…
I can recall
where I had been,
perhaps only in a dream,
by electrical signals lodged
deep in my brain,
microscopic, chemical explosions—
carefully placed, firing
between synapses—
in my hippocampus…
Reliving lost time
and existing again
where only nostalgia
can salvage
the lingering thoughts,
an open diapason
that fluidly resonates
the forgotten timbres
of the past…
Tasting something,
hearing a song,
whatever…
retraces the world that
tumbles over itself
and into this one,
and I feel calm
seeing it once again,
even if it is only a mirage…
poem by Tim Stensloff
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The Chronicles Of Nostalgia Part 4 Nostalgic about Stupidity
Images flash by
I feel like I might die
All those times... all those mistakes
Memories of a time past
Some memories you wish wouldn't last
All this makes
Me feel confused... so many its hard to even think
Of them.... it takes awhile for the pain to go away
Once it starts to sink
In deep and on this day
I get this feeling
I can't sing
New nostalgia born each day
New memories good and bad today
And forever
What a pointless endeavor
To try to escape
this cage holds my memory here
Strange to me it is that, I don't know who to call my dear
It's all quite strange, lost in my stupidity
That's me
poem by David Knox
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The Gash
Is that gash in your leg
Really why you have stopped?
?Cause I've noticed all the others
Though they're gashed, they're still going
?Cause I feel like the real reason
That you're quitting, that you're admitting
That you've lost all the will to battle on
Will the fight for our sanity
Be the fight of our lives?
Now that we've lost all the reasons
That we thought that we had
Still the battle that we're in
Rages on till the end
With explosions, wounds are open
Sights and smells, eyes and noses
But the thought that went unspoken
Was understanding that you're broken
Still the last volunteer battles on
Battles on
Battles on
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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Lingering Thoughts
Lingering thoughts that I might be
still aroused in your reverie
consoles my spirit and my mind
that you somehow still think of me.
When all is quiet and you're alone
do your memories bring a tear?
Or have you completely forgotten
what to me is still so clear?
To know that never will you see
that which meant so much to me
is a dagger to my heart
that makes it come apart.
I must close my mind to what is past
and never think it through.
For the lingering thoughts that have stayed with me
are all I have of you.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Rise & Fall
These are the streets I used to walk
On summer nights, sit out and talk
Thats the house where I used to live
I remember what I would give.
This is the town I wont forget
And after anger theres nothing left
Walking now round and round
Familiar sights are open ground.
Being here again
I can recall
Forgotten moments
The rise and fall.
We used to live where children play
They leave their homes a mile away
To come and stand in trees and grass
Where we once walked the memories last.
Being here again
I can recall
Forgotten moments
The rise and fall.
The sun shines east, the sun shines west
But I know where the sun shines best
Casey street in the afternoon
Once again its over too soon.
Being here again
I can recall
Forgotten moments
The rise and fall.
Being here again
I can recall
Forgotten moments
The rise and fall.
Rise
(rise)
(rise)
Rise and fall
Rise and fall
song performed by by Madness
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Rise & Fall
These are the streets I used to walk
On summer nights, sit out and talk
Thats the house where I used to live
I remember what I would give.
This is the town I wont forget
And after anger theres nothing left
Walking now round and round
Familiar sights are open ground.
Being here again
I can recall
Forgotten moments
The rise and fall.
We used to live where children play
They leave their homes a mile away
To come and stand in trees and grass
Where we once walked the memories last.
Being here again
I can recall
Forgotten moments
The rise and fall.
The sun shines east, the sun shines west
But I know where the sun shines best
Casey street in the afternoon
Once again its over too soon.
Being here again
I can recall
Forgotten moments
The rise and fall.
Being here again
I can recall
Forgotten moments
The rise and fall.
Rise
(rise)
(rise)
Rise and fall
Rise and fall
song performed by by Madness
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Rise And Fall
(McPherson/Foreman)
These are the streets I used to walk
On summer nights, sit out and talk
That's the house where I used to live
I remember what I would give.
This is the town I won't forget
And after anger there's nothing left
Walking now round and round
Familiar sights are open ground.
Being here again
I can recall
Forgotten moments
The rise and fall.
We used to live where children play
They leave their homes a mile away
To come and stand in trees and grass
Where we once walked the memories last.
Being here again
I can recall
Forgotten moments
The rise and fall.
The sun shines east, the sun shines west
But I know where the sun shines best
Casey street in the afternoon
Once again it's over too soon.
Being here again
I can recall
Forgotten moments
The rise and fall.
Being here again
I can recall
Forgotten moments
The rise and fall.
Rise
(Rise)
(Rise)
Rise and fall
Rise and fall
song performed by by Madness
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Time Stands Still For The Likes Of Me
Time stands still for the likes of me
Other than this moment, time does not exist
There is no past or future beyond this moment
Just this moment in time exists, and nothing more
The passage of time has no effect on me, ill or otherwise
I do no feel it's passing
It's comings and goings are lost on me
I am stuck - lost - in a timeless era
I do not seem to age, neither physically nor mentally
They say it is only 'natural' for my body to look and feel 'young'
It is merely my age that makes me feel this way
That it is only my youthfulness
But why, then, does my mind not age?
I have felt no progression on my part since grade school
I feel as though the past ten years did not exist
Middle school and high school are a blur to me
No real memories or recollection of that time in my past
I have nothing to prove it ever existed, save for the passing of time
Yes, time has stopped for me
My memory is at a standstill
I have a brain freeze that has lasted nearly a decade
I look no older than a 15 year old girl
A high school sophomore
And I carry virtually the same mentality
Time stands still for the likes of me
poem by DiAnne Douglass
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To The Aggies Of Ateneo De Davao Around The World
nostalgia is the word for all these now
we have the urge to look out the window and find
who we were: the joys of the college years that will tickle us
old friends and their memories like innocent children
coming on our laps asking for our embraces
old pictures make our hearts shrink a little only to grow
bigger like a bread from the pan
fresh and fuming with the flavor of wheat
nostalgia is the word for it
and time is its mother that nourishes with its milk
the past comes to us always with something greener
and a breather of mint and rosemary
some peppers and honeyed lemonades
nostalgia is the word for it
when our wings have gone far beyond the lands of our births
dissolving in the horizons of other lands
when our chirps are gone
nostalgia is the word for it
when we come back stronger this time and lovelier
with our wounds that healed
with our pains that lost its trick
nostalgia is the word for it
such is she a beautiful woman still even though the hairs have turned gray
and the breasts sag and the bones rattling like brittle sticks
nostalgia is the word for it and no matter where the winds of this world
and its cyclones and waves have taken us
we are back looking for the glitter of each other's eyes
and then we laugh and then the world has heard us
yes, nostalgia is the word that people seldom use
as they move on with their respective lives
but we are here once again
nostalgia is the theme, it is here and soon it will leave
we are once again full even for once
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lost in Memories
I am lost in this world
I am lost with this fear
I am lost with no sounds
I am lost with out you here
I am lost with out your touch
I am lost with out feelings
I am lost with no lights
I have lost all my senses
I have lost my mind
I have lost every thing in just one night
I have lost my voice and my sight
I may have lost every thing that I hold dear
But I have not lost the memories we shared
poem by Jenna Kelley
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Nanna and Grandpa
In nostalgia I recall,
The things my memory tell,
Of all those little things,
And the thoughts that ring a bell.
Loved ones never die,
They live on for ever more,
This we should not deny,
Or we make our hearts grow sore.
Memories never cease,
Memories shall never depart,
They live for ever more,
Deep within the heart.
There they keep alive,
For the eternal God above,
In his memory they shall lie,
The very ones we love.
poem by Talmadge Rogalla
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It Smells Like Rain
It smells like rain
filling the air
before the first drops break
in quiet splashes on the river.
It smells like rain
musty and fresh at once
warning the birds
to go home.
And the rain comes
water on water
cool rush of sound
quieting insects
teasing fish
drenching boaters
surprised by the storm.
It smells like rain
It sounds like rain
It looks like rain, now
I’ll go outside
and feel the rain.
Hell. I’ll be the rain.
poem by Robert Fort
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Memoriors
Sometimes I feel losing my vision
A travel to the darkest of dungeons
I was trying to find thing of some kind
I travel with peace…reached that masterpiece
Light at the end of the tunnel
An exit from that darkest of the channel
I found myself in a different world
A colorful world
Where thoughts are flying like a bird
A world of the faces I recognize
The list is really long….it is not gonna end
A good feeling which will always suffice
Calm as the wind…cooler than the ice.
I have reached the world of MEMORIES
A smile on my face
It has been a long chase
Lost into the world of memories
I cherish every such moment of my life
Memories make me feel good
Memories make me feel bad
Memories are here to stay
They will never go away
These memories let me feel that I survived
And I have really lived life……….
poem by Mayank Goel
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I Am A Soldier
I am a soldier
It started as a dream, a simple soldier from the street getting lost in a shacking world
I took a job as a street keeper but in my mind I am a mental child
From time to time I would battle in my dream trying to win a lost war
I open my eyes in the middle of the day saying goodbye to my boss as I walk away
I walk down street only to tried my limit, in my mind, my distant is unlimited
In the world I am the forgotten soldier lost in an open battle field
“I am the forgotten soldier, living as a legend on the street of nowhere, trying to take my place in this world”
I tried to understand my place in this world as I look side to side
I turn around to see who is targeting this lost soldier
Is my lost soul still a threat in the eye s of the world or am I the forgotten soldier that was blindly cast out
Away in a mental battle field
Please remember this young soldier and help me find my way in what remain of me
I am the forgotten soldier living as a mist in the eye of many
I am a living legend on the street of no where
“I am the forgotten soldier, living as a legend on the street of nowhere trying to take my place in this world”
Find this forgotten soldier and welcome me in a peaceful neighborhood where my mind would freely win the war
“I am the forgotten soldier, living as a legend on the street of nowhere trying to take my place in this world”
poem by Robert Otim
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Slow Chemical
The wonder of the world is gone and old for sure
All the wonder that I would have found in her
As a hole becomes another strike to burn
An old flame returns
Every intuition fails to find it's way
One more table turned around I'm back again
Finding I'm a lost and found when she's not around
When she's not around I feel it coming down
Get me what I could never ask for
Connect me and you could be my chemical NOW
Give me the drug you know I'm after
Connect me and you could be my chemical
When everybody wants (the chemical of) your soul
When everybody wants (the chemical of) your soul
Slow and
Everybody wants you
So
Slow and
Everybody wants your soul
Give me what I could never ask for
connect me and you could be my chemical NOW
Give me the drug you know I'm after
Connect me and you could be the chemical
You could be the chemical
You could be the chemical
You could be the chemical
You could be the chemical
song performed by by Finger Eleven
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Nothing is Lost
Deep in our sub-conscious, we are told
Lie all our memories, lie all the notes
Of all the music we have ever heard
And all the phrases those we loved have spoken,
Sorrows and losses time has since consoled,
Family jokes, out-moded anecdotes
Each sentimental souvenir and token
Everything seen, experienced, each word
Addressed to us in infancy, before
Before we could even know or understand
The implications of our wonderland.
There they all are, the legendary lies
The birthday treats, the sights, the sounds, the tears
Forgotten debris of forgotten years
Waiting to be recalled, waiting to rise
Before our world dissolves before our eyes
Waiting for some small, intimate reminder,
A word, a tune, a known familiar scent
An echo from the past when, innocent
We looked upon the present with delight
And doubted not the future would be kinder
And never knew the loneliness of night.
poem by Noel Coward
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Are You Hearing (What I Hear)
Life is a game where nothing is real - only you, only me
Right from the start we chase an ideal - fooling you, fooling me
Are you hearing what I hear
Are you feeling what I feel
You'r still no. 1 but they're coming up to get you
Young eyes burning bright they can see a better way
You won't sleep tonight but that's the price you pay
Out of the past the words to a song - calling you, calling me
Hope it will last but time pushes on - pullling you, pulling me
Are you hearing what I hear
Are you feeling what I feel
Every dream you had like balloons they burst around you
so you're on the phone trying to conjure up your past
But the damage has been done
We're too far apart and strangers we've become
And I wonder if it's true
Is the world a different place for me and you
Are you hearing what I hear
Are you feeling what I feel
In out hearts we're still the same
But the worlds we chose to live
In may have changed
And the damage has been done we trust no-one
We're too far apart and strangers we've become
song performed by by Level 42
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Are You Hearing ?
Life is a game where nothing is real - only you, only me
Right from the start we chase an ideal - fooling you, fooling me
Are you hearing what i hear
Are you feeling what i feel
You'r still no. 1 but they're coming up to get you
Young eyes burning bright they can see a better way
You won't sleep tonight but that's the price you pay
Out of the past the words to a song - calling you, calling me
Hope it will last but time pushes on - pullling you, pulling me
Are you hearing what i hear
Are you feeling what i feel
Every dream you had like balloons they burst around you
So you're on the phone trying to conjure up your past
But the damage has been done
We're too far apart and strangers we've become
And i wonder if it's true
Is the world a different place for me and you
Are you hearing what i hear
Are you feeling what i feel
In out hearts we're still the same
But the worlds we chose to live
In may have changed
And the damage has been done we trust no-one
We're too far apart and strangers we've become
song performed by by Level 42
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Moving Pictures
The slowly burning logs inspire.
Half forgotten memories.
Moving pictures in the fire.
Recalling scenes from the past with ease.
Other times and other places
Recollections from long ago
Of the friends I used to know.
Where are they now? I cannot say
Our paths diverged and we lost touch.
The glowing coals make my thoughts stray
and I remember far too much.
The things I did or did not do.
As I recall the past anew.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Apology To Dad
The brain is like a battery chemical
have need electrical charge to
breath.
Lithium the essence of cells forgotten
my watch stops.
The bottom of the cage is a lonely
place gazing up to the sky the clouds
rain down plethora on brow.
Beak is fixed just askew
breath fresh.
(humor)
poem by Is It Poetry
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Dream Of The Unknown
I dream of mostly nothing,
A deep black emptiness in space of infinate time.
But there is no time, there is nothing.
I see nothing, I touch nothing.
Am I even here? Do I exist? Where am I?
I'm not anywhere, just darkness all around.
I don't hear anything at all. I don't smell anything.
What kind of dream is this? This dream of the unknown.
It is not a dream. I'm not here, I am nothing.
Dreams are filled with things beyond imagination,
Filled with good things and bad things, but not this.
I am not happy nor am I sad...But I am scared.
Why am I scared? There is nothing here.
I am trembling but I don't feel a thing.
I'm not here, I am nothing just like this darkness.
But I am in fear in this dream of the unknown.
If it's a dream at all. Am I dead? Is that my fear?
If I'm dead, where is the afterlife? Were they right?
I see nothing, I feel nothing, I am nothing.
Fear is the only thing I know in this dream.
But why? If nothing is wrong, why is everything dark?
Why can't I dream? Why am I nothing with nothing around?
No time, no feeling, no sense. Just nothing.
Lost in this forsaken world, this dream of the unknown.
Suddenly, I'm crying. I feel tears stream down my face.
I feel my heart racing. I hear myself choke back cries.
But everything is still dark, everything is still nothing.
I don't understand. What is happening to me?
My eyes open, I'm in my bed. Face buried in my pillow.
I am still crying, I am still scared...I don't know why.
poem by Adam McKim
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