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Blast From My Past
Blast from my Past
A blast from my past
To reminisce and ponder
The what ifs and
What might have beens?
The plunders of booty
Not plundered at all
In backseats too small for two
Broken hearts left in the pubescent wake
Like worn condoms
Full of selfish pride
No thoughts of their disposal
Though thankful for their wisdom
Abandoned with doubts
Of my shortcomings and their
Demons left lingering in soiled sheets
Right!
To walk the road of memories
Long forgotten and buried
Buried with the bones in my backyard
Thrown out with the old friends
That turned out to be plastic forms
Inflated by their egos
Yet hollow husks
Dancing to mediocrity
With no individuality
To call their own
Good Idea!
Let's reminisce the feats of stupidity
Emblems carved in sand
Exalted to glorious heights
Through clouded visions
Of intoxicated exuberance
The symbols of our delinquency
A pull still felt by some
I Think Not!
Away with you
Back into the recesses of my mind
To hide away and be forgotten
A skip in my timeline
(C) 2014 XMAR82 all Rights Reserved
A blast from my past
To reminisce and ponder
The what ifs and
What might have beens?
The plunders of booty
Not plundered at all
In backseats too small for two
Broken hearts left in the pubescent wake
Like worn condoms
Full of selfish pride
No thoughts of their disposal
Though thankful for their wisdom
Abandoned with doubts
Of my shortcomings and their
Demons left lingering in soiled sheets
Right!
To walk the road of memories
Long forgotten and buried
Buried with the bones in my backyard
Thrown out with the old friends
That turned out to be plastic forms
Inflated by their egos
Yet hollow husks
Dancing to mediocrity
With no individuality
To call their own
Good Idea!
Let's reminisce the feats of stupidity
Emblems carved in sand
Exalted to glorious heights
Through clouded visions
Of intoxicated exuberance
The symbols of our delinquency
A pull still felt by some
I Think Not!
Away with you
Back into the recesses of my mind
To hide away and be forgotten
A skip in my timeline
(C) 2014 XMAR82 all Rights Reserved
Published 13th Mar 2014
| Edited 3rd Feb 2017
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13th Mar 2014 10:03pm
This is astonishing. What beautiful metaphor! Love this. Very thought provoking xoxox
16th Mar 2014 8:20pm
Thank you sometimes I don't feel like reminiscing with someone that I haven't seen for years, even though they were once my very good friends. Lets leave the past, in the past. I have grown mentally, emotionally and physically. It's like they are stuck there trying to relive their glory days. Glad you liked it.
