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Poems By Poet Jeffrey Lee  7/31/2014 12:20:15 AM
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Revisiting old memories

Walking around the old schoolyard
Watching forgotten faces play in the field
Dashing every which way
As a memory of laughter fills the air

I can still hear the flat bounces
Of an old rubber doge ball
Bouncing off one child
And into the arms of another

As the girls whisper and gossip
In their special little circles
Pointing and laughing
About god-knows-what

I can still see the new girl
Quietly sitting on the side
And remember how I used to secretly glance
Wondering what was on her mind

Oh how quickly those days have passed
And even faster still, the years go by
And now, I’m just an old man
Revisiting lost memories
Jeffrey Lee



Roller Coaster

I don't like roller coasters. But every fair has one. Its always some large dragon of a thing, twisting and winding its way in the center of the park. The sound of the tracks roaring overhead, a wave of screams that comes and goes like the wind. And in the end, it comes to a stop, while everyone stumbles out drained and disoriented.
But for that brief moment, as I catch a glimpse of them all, screaming at the top of their lungs. I want to be like that. I want to be like them. Happy.
So I go to the back of the line that seems to stretch further than the ride itself. And wait. One thing I don't like is the waiting. Nothing to do but to stare at the front of the line, as happy couples, friends, and family all excitedly get inside. Nothing to do but wait. Standing in the hot sun, as a brief shadow passes overhead, follow by a wind of screams.
After an eternity of waiting, it's finally my turn. The seats smell of freshly wiped vomit, the buckle always feels just a little too loose, and before I know it, the cart begins to move.
Click. Click. Click. Slowly rising higher and higher. A part of me wishes it would just go on clicking upward forever. but then i see the top of the peak, and the dread begins to fill me. I look out at the park and see a boy chasing pigeons. click, click, click, I see kids laughing as they go around the merry-go-round. click, click, click. A young boy holds a girls hand as they walk slowly through the park. click, click, click. Higher and Higher, I even catch a teenage couple making out behind a popcorn stand. Then the clicking stops.
The cart pauses for a moment, and I stare down at the rest of the ride. Full of ups and downs, twist and turns, and even a few loop de loops. Before I can even think about going back, I begin to fall.
Everything begins to pass by me in a blur. As I catch glimpses of a pregnant lady, a mother pushing a stroller, a kid crying alone. A glimpse of a couple arguing, a kid riding on the shoulder of his dad, and old couple sitting on a bench.
Then before I know it. The ride begins to slow. slower and slower, as we pull into a tunnel and slowly begin to stop. The end of the ride. The attendant helps me out of the straps, as everyone begins to go on with the rest of their lives.
The exhilaration is gone, and my steps are slow. But for the briefest of moments I was scared, frightened, and happy to be alive. I walk towards the exit. And look back. Maybe roller coasters aren't so bad.
Jeffrey Lee



The Journal

Bold cursive silver letters
Etched onto a plain black cover
Labeling what I am
But not who I am

I sometimes just sit down
And clumsily flip through the pages
Smiling to myself on one page
And breaking my heart on the next

My friends are old photographs
Safely tucked between the pages
Guarding my scribbled down memories
From times forgetful spell

The love of my life is a bad poem
Quickly scratched out across the page
So many little messy wishes
That was never meant to be

As my eyes graze across my stained memories
I wish I could just scratch out
All of my regretful mistakes
But even then, the words would still remain

I am just a sad little character
Caught up in my own little plot
Living each page to the next
Until “The End”
Jeffrey Lee



Time Moves On

Lives are remembered
As words are written
Words are forgotten
As time moves on

Who we are
And who we were
Is just a name
Fluttering in the breeze

We all hope that one day
Ages and ages hence
Someone will recall our name
And remember who we once were

But truth be told
Life is not what we wish it to be
And time moves on
Leaving us in the nameless shadows
Jeffrey Lee
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