A lost feeling

Eyes closed, just for a moment

it feels like slipping into the past

time-traveling in my living room

Advert my eyes from what is

and float back into that feeling

where optimism & hope live

The silence is beautiful, I miss it

every time I find it & I remember

the feeling of being alone & happy

Submerged in a pool of reminiscing

thoughts tend bubble to the surface 

memories of self bursting in the air

"The ghost in the hallway"

The ghosts in the hallway treated her to a very unhappy surprise
As she stumbled and tumbled down to the ground
Her eyes flashed up and asked them why
They tormented her with each memory
And every time she searched for the answer
They stole her ecstasy with swift and mighty blows
She would never feel the joy of being found
Forever must she be lost to the ghost in the hallway

"Memories"

If I just close my eyes I can go anywhere
  drifting back to when things where so much easier
simply living and not worrying about how to think
there is a certain pulse, a beat that comes though with these memories
  smells and feeling that drift up to the surface
its hard to be there in my mind because I start to think
if I can push the thoughts down and just live again in the memory
  I can be there
   anywhere I want to be
immersed in being what I was
  innocent, happy, free and hopeful
memories are tricky
  when happy moments suddenly make you sad
they are only memories
how life was at one time
how I was at one time
  I must hold on to the feelings that flood in with these freshly squeezed memories
when I was innocent, happy, free and hopeful
I can see myself, as if watching a home movie
  but mostly I see things just the way they were
untouched by time, by progress
   if I dive deep into my memories, I can feel the fabric of my life
I can feel my surrounding, smell the air, hear the sounds, see the history
I can be in that moment once again
   when I really push myself, I can get lost in my memories
I can get lost and really feel things again
  really experience things again, the way that I want to remember them
  memories: flexible, pliable, and willing to be molded
taking me anywhere

"Broken heart"

I don't know if I can love
I feel so far removed
A distant memory of rain on the roof

I put my heart in a very dangerous place
I regret that, now
I should have saved it for him
He deserves it
Complete and not the pieces that remain

It was broken and stomped on
I handed out my love to people unworthy
I regret that, now

Someone get me some needle and tread
This is an emergency
I need to put my heart back together
I want to give it to him
He truly deserves it

Oh, please won't someone help
My heart is all in pieces
And I don't know if I can love like that