This is another poem dedicated to a friend of mine who commited suicide a few months ago. When you wish to change the past because you can't forgive yourself for what you did...It seems like a never-ending loop.
Every glance brings back the memories...
In the reverie of farraginous memories. The things I remember about you (Warning: Some mature language)
Just as it says, don't remember me after I'm gone. This is what I did When I was still bleeding This is what I did When I should have been working
A poem dedicated to my girlfriend - my wife - my friend, my Dea on her birthday, remembering everything she has been And all memories shared... With ❤️ - Pouzterr... A short poem, dedicated to my future children, saying what my Mother said to me... A poem about childhood inspired by Hayao Miyazaki's film, My Neighbor Totoro. That wonderful strange thing called Olfactory memory