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May 2014 Jo Hummel

Circles

May 2014 Jo Hummel

Alexia Vinciane

Circles

It’s weird
The phases we go through.
Nothing ever really
Stays the same
Not like we want it to
Life moves on
Life is moving on
And yet
Here we stand
Stuck in the mud
Dragging the past behind us
Using it to look at the future

But
How does a bird fly
When all it’s feathers are filled with dirt?

We cannot let it go
That is proven
But it should not
Hold us back.

Get rid of the old
Get on with the new

Why is that so hard?

sometimes I sit down and think "Oh I should write" and just type and things happen
hence this

I think about the past a lot. It's shaped me in many ways, both good and bad. Everyone says "You've got to move on sometime" But can we ever really do that? I don't seem to be able to.

#life #past #movingon #history #movingforwards

May 2014 Jo Hummel

Time

May 2014 Jo Hummel

Alexia Vinciane

Time

Four years
Six months
Six days.

Time passes far too quickly for my liking.
The memories I want to cling to,
The memories I want to hold on to forever
Seem to fade.

Why?
Why can nothing stay as perfect as a picture
Hanging in a frame
Forever memorialized?

Fifteen years.
Six months
Eleven days.

Crying has always given me headaches,
I never liked it,
I never let myself do it
Not even then.

Why?
Why couldn’t I let myself break down
In front of Family
Who did the same?

Fifty-Nine years
Five months
Thirteen days.

That’s not nearly enough time for anyone
To live their life to it’s fullest
To tackle every thing you can
So why did it stop there?

Why?
Why couldn’t the fight go on ?
There was
So much more to do

Sixty-Three years
Eleven months
Eleven days.

Had room for two in me tonight, apparently.

I wish my memories didn't grow so foggy
It's strange to realize you can't remember how someone so important to everything you've done can just... fade.
It's frightening to wake up one day and realize you can't remember their voice

#love #sad #death #time #why #cancer #family #passing

May 2014 Jo Hummel

I'm sorry if I smiled at you.

May 2014 Jo Hummel

hushhush

I'm sorry if I smiled at you.

I'm sorry if I smiled at you.
I know that you don't like that anymore
but it's just that
it was an accident.

And I'm sorry if I smiled at you
but
I just got confused
because
I saw your eyes,
They were there, on your face,
And
they were exactly the same
eyes that used to be on
your face, you see,
In those times
when they used to smile at me.
And they were exactly the same eyes
that used to look at me
like I was your favourite person.
And they were exactly the same eyes,
And

...Except that they don't do that now,
And I know that,
And that's why I'm sorry
if I smiled at you,
But surely
you can understand my confusion,
You see,
it was simply human instinct
to smile at something I knew.

And I suppose I just assumed
(and I suppose I was wrong)
that perhaps they might remember
me too,
And I wasn't thinking,
It was automatic...
But I'm sorry,
I shouldn't be making excuses,
I should have remembered
that you don't do that anymore.

I'm sorry if I smiled at you,
I just
don't know what happened.

May 2014 Jo Hummel

Metaphors

May 2014 Jo Hummel

Sarah Spang

Metaphors

If I was a mountain

That soared towards the sky,

With craggy snow caps

And stormy grey eyes-

Then you'd be the clouds

That swaddled my peak,

That silenced my thunder

When I tried to speak.

If I was the earth

The desert, in fact:

With arid dry soil

And mud, baked and cracked-

You'd be the rain

The downpour that soothed;

The balm to my bruises,

Relief to my wounds.

If I was the Moon

In the indigo night,

With stars as my blanket

And silver; my light-

Well you'd be the Sun

Just always behind

That lent me your glow

And caused me to shine.

#love