I am Forgotten,

Left on the shelf to rot.

No one pays attention anymore.

I'm a waste of their space.

All those dreams I had,

Of one day making you proud,

Have been forgotten,

Just like me.

They've been left on a shelf,

A waste of the space in my mind.

I don't pay any attention to them,

Becuase no one pays attention to me.

I use to think I could be anything,

And people would tell me,

The sky is the limit,

But why the sky?

There is so much past that,

So much to explore,

But people have forgotten about it,

Just like they forgot about me.

I'm useless,

Nothing here to see,

So move on your way unless

You actually care about me.

This is a cruel world,

I know,

But can't it just seem normal,

Seem fair,

For one second?

I am Forgotten.

I am a Lost Dream.

I once had a dream

That our love

Would never end.

I dreamed that you

Would never

Grow tired of me.

But that dream

Has been given up on.

There’s no point

In continuing

To wish for you.

I had a dream

We would grow old

In each other's arms.

But that was a dream

Only one of us had.,

I may have

Given up on us,

But that doesn’t mean

I can’t think

Of what could have been

From time to time.

Just because I moved on

Doesn’t mean

I don’t miss you.

I miss you every day,

But we are no longer

A part of each other's lives,

And that is how

It has to stay.

lost dream.

you and me.

me and you.

us.

what used to be

was sugar and spice

and nothing nice.

we used to wander the halls,

lost alone but found together.

turns out,

i was wandering,

but you were searching.

i was endlessly empty,

but you were finding fulfillment.

then you found it.

and now i roam the streets

clutching a lost dream

of us.

I could say I had it all ... once.

Nice house, car, huge yard.

Wonderful woman, friends.

One day, it all went away.

But the dreams keep bringing me back.

I can see those days,

clearly,

they breathe in my dreams,

rise up,

take hold;

then I wake.

My mind tries to bring that back,

but ever quickly,

they fade like a forgotten touch,

a forgotten kiss,

a forgotten laugh.

The gray fog around me lifts,

and my day begins.

Yet, I smile.

It was all there, once,

now forgotten.

And yet,

the turnstile of dreams,

rotates in my sleep.

Remembered then,

forgotten, tomorrow.

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8/12/2018

8:44 p.m. - 8:48 p.m.

you lament

the gold

diamond ring

fur coat...

the big house

jaguar

and all that

you’d have

given up

for them...

and you and

us too

prayin’ for

the lot

to bubble

up as...

decimals

commas

dollar signs

and while you

brew the 

daily grind...

there is

only one 

value

worth its salt

you pause

behind the

counter...

so distant 

anyhow

running out

the door

down stage right

Goodbye...

kisses blow

like grains

of sand 

underfoot

of that

lost childhood...

this is your

summer

staykation

your life

winding down

the shift...

erosion 

of your 

wishes and

dreams of

worldly

lifelong things...

heavy

feelings of

sweat beads

and sore feet

you won’t

be leaving...

Time will

come for you’re

well done

and burnt as

shown with

perfection...

#ForgottenAndLostDreams #Challenge

#therewasanotherchallengerelatedtothispoemalongtimeago....

the land of forgotten

and lost dreams

a dreary place

is how it may seem

but step inside

this world of wonders

where hopelessness grows

in spontaneous colors

...

i have been here

too many times

i feel like i must

avert my eyes

to see these horrors

in disguise

to know i

will never be alive

for i have never

truly lived

despite the air i breathe

and the blood i give

all my dreams have

been dumped here

and i stand dreamless

in constant fear

what if life

just passes by

while i stand dreamless

until i die?

Forgotten or lose dreams. There are none.

In the center of your brain, in the back, on the side.

Live a thought that stretched your smile a mile wide.

A dream of something that would probably never be.

A forgotten thought of something you will never see.

But in that moment of a beautiful thought,

Your mind and your brain fought.

In the end, your brain won the war.

It stored your dream behind a whole new door.

Forgotten or lose dreams. There are none.

i am much younger then i am

my hair is dark and thick

instead of pruned bald

i am lean and meek

feeling hollow

as if weightless

we are at an airport

with no memory of getting their

i had left my hotel room urgently

in a strangers jacket that is mine

i can't find my Swedish wife

whom i miss like a panicked child

and my Asian wife whom i've never met before

and know all to well

is angry

and could care less if i got lost forever

i am going home to my parents house

and i remember that they are dead

but we had just spoken

there will be soup and horderves

and they are waiting for me

on my way

the streets and boulevards are unfamiliar

yet old hat

and no matter how long i walk

i can never find their house

it's located somewhere in Brooklyn

on Haze street in San Francisco

between shadows and smoke

at a numberless address

in a neighborhood unlike i have never known

in a place i've been to countless times before

there are no keys in my pocket

i must have left them at the hotel i cant get back to

no doors to knock on

all

faceless

and

mouths animated voiceless

i have a business

and retain no idea of what i do

i left my cloths somewhere

and i don't know why

in a locality i cant remember

for a reason that doesn't exist

late and expected

i'm desperate to get somewhere

and i know where im going

and nothing awaits me

a beautiful woman smiling offers me pot

she is friends with a girlfriend whom i'm committed too

but do not know and never met

and i want to cheat

but it will ruin everything

so i turn away

killing passion

in an already anchor-less miasma

i remember a past

my life a continuum

of disjointed vagueres

i fear myself a figment

a bodiless revenant

stranded in a fog

of incandescence and shrouds

a dis-junctured soul

that holds life so dear

discovering all an illusion

and that i am really nothing

in a labyrinth of shades

lighted by the sun of cognizance

a wretched phantom

living a dark fiction

I slept with my parents until twelve

Wedged between them, smug and sound

Used to having strange thoughts

Used to having odd dreams

It was not uncommon for me to suddenly wake unpleased

There once was a blue room;

A replica of our home

Underneath the stairwell

Where my one hundred pretend siblings used to roam

There lie portals;

Of grey and green

Swirling great masses

For jumps to different universes or anywhere in between

There was a maze;

A terrible, great big bad maze.

I felt as if I were floating with black and ivory flora

It’s a wonder I stayed sane

I would jolt awake at that, paralyzed with fright

My parents however, slept on, no qualm about my sights

I no longer consider any of these dire dreams

Instead longingly gazing at my cat, who now is the one that dreams

I’m glad that childish youth left as a faze;

But come to think of it, I never did escape the maze.