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    dots Submission Name: Dry Eyesdots

    Author: Swimming Bird
    ASL Info:    30/m/AR
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    I was reminded recently of when I was young
    The memories hurt too much
    I cried a lot back in those days
    Now, not at all

    It wasn't anything in particular that would set me off
    I was just too emotional... Still am
    It could be the scenery
    So beautiful it brings tears to my eyes
    A sad song
    I start to bawl

    Not even the words, just the music
    The melody itself would speak to me 
    The sadness, the pain, the heartache
    Even if the words were happy

    There were happy times amongst friends
    But not very many
    At least, not many that I can remember 
    It feels like I've been alone for all of my life
    And that hurts even today
    I almost cry thinking about it

    I don't even cry at funerals
    I never have
    There's only one funeral where I think that I would cry
    That would be at my mother's
    Many times she tries my patience
    Makes me want to scream
    But she's the only person in the world that I love unconditionally
    I can't say that with confidence about anyone else

    There's only one other person in my family that I like
    My older brother
    I come from a large family
    Sad huh

    I remember using cheerios when i was potty trained
    When I was hungry and needed a snack
    When I was teething
    Memories... Damn them

    To the girl who made me remember 
    The girl who brought up cheerios
    Thank you
    Yes thank you
    Some things we must never forget
    Even if they are painful
    I may not be able to cry right now
    But hopefully, one day I will.

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      I can't stand poems that don't rhyme but this is one mahoosive exception :D Memories are [censored]es and sometimes I hope that people like us get chronic amnesia ... albeit selectfully. Very nice ... but very painful xx
    | Posted on 2010-07-17 00:00:00 | by MornSweetSong | [ Reply to This ]
      Wouldn't put this in a poem form. Try it as a prose piece. You can probably add a lot to it as well in that form. More details on the memories, the characters.
    Your life seems a little on the black and white and untempered side. Or you're just concealing a lot, only certain memories are evoked by the Cheerios. They're supposed to make you happy, mind you (Cheer ios). Childhood memories become invisible foundations for the people we are today. Scary experiences or wonderful ones will create the aspirations that we have as adults. We formulate our lives as children, as much as we don't see it then. You're lucky to have those memories. Even small frames of people or places, a 3 second glimpse into a past life.
    | Posted on 2010-07-10 00:00:00 | by JenFlynn | [ Reply to This ]
      Hey, put a smile on :)

    I know what you mean, its tough sometimes, having people you can really depend on, people to trust. Sometimes being alone is just so simple it seems like the only thing to do and its comfortable.

    I wish I could be like you, but crying just comes so naturally to me. I was reading a book on how childhood shapes who you are, how it causes one to build up boundaries, create self-destructive behaviors, and how some people are stuck that way forever. The thing is I couldn't bring myself to keep reading it. I don't want to know because this is my perception, this is the way I see the world and maybe its not what the mass majority would like to see but its mine and no one can change that.

    Sometimes its nice to be reminded though that it isn't all the bad stuff. There are cheerios for the simple days when it didn't matter how alone you were or what was troubling you. There are the little toys we give to the babies in the orphanage who I hope one day will pick them up and remember us.

    Sorry, I am rambling and you probably have no idea what I am talking about. But I am just letting you know I am still here, still alive, and glad I got a little more insight in to your life. Although I think I could tell the lonely part because of how many pictures of your cat you send me :P

    Btw you are still that guy. You may not cry anymore but I know you smile, you laugh, you goof off, and most importantly you are sincere. I can sense when someone is sincere and its a beautiful thing. There aren't many people who still stare at the moon for hours on end, send silly texts everyday to a dear friend (who never even replied :/) and who still equate a woman's beauty to a rare flower. So keep your head up buddy, who needs a time machine when you have the Cheerios right in front of you. :)

    | Posted on 2010-06-13 00:00:00 | by blankscreen | [ Reply to This ]

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