Bad remembery.

06 Mar


As life used to seem a lot simpler

it was significantly easier to organize,

burdensome years pass impulsively

relatively, right before our eyes.

Before it was like a cottage home

with labeled signs upon the doors,

Now it is like a one-hour motel

hustled and employed by whores.

With all the comings, and goings

practically absurd to try and keep track,

My thoughts would love nothing more

than to live in a one-room shack.

I can remember every detail

the “good-ole’-days” when I was young,

but ask me if I paid the electric bill

you would think I had no tongue.

As simple as looking for your keys,

you now enter another room,

Take that thought, tie it to a log

and just send it down the flume.

I can not rely on my memory

remembering anything, is beyond me,

So much so, I have created a term for

It is now called my “bad remembery”



© 2018 Joseph Emerson @






Posted by on March 6, 2018 in Mental Health, poetry, writing


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20 responses to “Bad remembery.

  1. bethanyk

    March 6, 2018 at 11:57 am

    I see you are writing to day too! Hard not too. Powerful words here

    Liked by 1 person

    • Joseph Emerson

      March 6, 2018 at 11:58 am

      Thank you. Sometimes when it gets away from me I’ll take a day off from work and start scribbling.


      • bethanyk

        March 6, 2018 at 12:00 pm

        Oh how I understand that. I will not write for a week and then as soon as the words start to come they may not stop for hours and hours at that may be at 2am

        Liked by 1 person

      • Joseph Emerson

        March 6, 2018 at 12:01 pm

        Yes so true. Haha look at the clock and it’s like oh well… Might as well keep going.

        Liked by 1 person

      • bethanyk

        March 6, 2018 at 12:11 pm

        I just forced myself to drink and eat. Outloud said must stop writing must eat!!! Now I am going on a photography adventure to clear my mind for other possibilities

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      • Joseph Emerson

        March 6, 2018 at 12:14 pm

        Very nice. Enjoy. Fresh air is good fuel. I always say when I am running dry of ideas I need to go out into the freakshow world and fill up the tank again.


      • bethanyk

        March 6, 2018 at 12:17 pm

        There is an owl hooting in the middle of the day so I am setting out to try and find her.
        It is a freak show world that is for sure!!!
        Fortunately, back here, it is all quiet and nature. If I didn’t need electric to charge my wheelchair I would gladly sleep in a tent next to a river in the middle of nowhere for the rest of my life

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      • Joseph Emerson

        March 6, 2018 at 12:18 pm

        I hear that!

        Liked by 1 person

  2. House of Heart

    March 6, 2018 at 12:08 pm

    The time seems to fly when one is writing…I am guilty of staying up till the wee hours!

    Liked by 1 person

    • Joseph Emerson

      March 6, 2018 at 12:09 pm

      Love it. It’s a perfect time too, the house settles and the traffic outside slows down.. peaceful.

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      • House of Heart

        March 6, 2018 at 12:11 pm

        So true. It’s a perfect time to write when everyone else is sleeping.

        Liked by 1 person


    March 6, 2018 at 3:34 pm

    One room shack sounds great for me! Where do I sign up? LOL! Great piece! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  4. foxesandpoems

    March 6, 2018 at 4:48 pm

    This is a great reflective piece with a lot of witty and bittersweet lines and sentiments.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Joseph Emerson

      March 6, 2018 at 4:51 pm

      I’m glad you liked it. Thank you so much for checking it out and reading/liking/commenting. Much appreciated.

      Liked by 1 person

  5. myloudbipolarwhispers

    March 6, 2018 at 9:15 pm

    Great writing. That was awesome and I can completely relate to that ummm….. remembery loss thing. Thank you for your words. Hugs, Sue

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Fiery

    March 7, 2018 at 6:36 am

    Brilliant. Loved the language you used and the frustration of the wanton behaviour of our memories! Stupid memory!!! Arrrgghh!!!

    Liked by 1 person


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