Again

In that box
in the back of the closet,
was stacked
hidden so I didn't have to see.
Some of those things
papers, ribbons and strings
nothing of sensible theme.
Thoughts of a time
reasonless, rhyme
I waited til now,
Wondering how,
it all ended up that way.
Forgetting the times
it fell out and down
and I placed it all back
in that box.
Later will come,
I'll deal with it then
only to be where I am,
here, again.
Up high on the shelf,
in the back of the closet,
stacked ready to fall,
to be picked up again.
Hoping to be gathered
boxed in.

Raine Les 8/29/2009

I love this. It describes where I am in my life. I just want a community of real friends.

behind the rarely worn shirts
behind the ever pressed slacks
on the floor
lies a shrine
yes that one
next to the three boxes
of baseball cards
i haven't visited this alter
in some time
but, i know it's there
always there
the box that contains
what's left of
me and you...


enjoyed this write ms s
very much so...

Awesome!

yes indeed
though i am becoming increasingly more aware that my box
is slowly being replaced with these threads...
for better or worse...

memories of yesterday...dreams for tomorrow

Love this write {{{Sadie}}}



(I had to go open my box yesterday, just had too. *sighs*)

...you've described my shelves...beautifully expressed...thank you!