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With the Heart removed Memory dies.
Every so often I write these little excursions into the idea of a woman literally tearing her heart out. This is by far my best attempt yet. She paws at her heart through the blood-tinged tears, and in her rage, in her… -
This is thinking too much.
You invited me to speak of things I was better off forgetting; it was more of a challenge than an invitation – you wanted to listen to the skeletons speak, you wanted to hear them chatter; well, now they’re babbling lik… -
Red on Yellow (lovely)
Do you ever feel like killing yourself with old memories? Just taking a knife in hand and everytime some bad memory crosses your mind stabbing yourself in the heart each time associated memory passes through.That's how I… -
Mistress, Memory, Muse.
Inspired and Dedicated to LiquidityOfSelf. Your poetic prose is more than enough to make my muse jealous. I remember the night you died. It was cold outside because it was raining and washing away the snow. I remember wa… -
Untitled Numero Who Fucking Cares.
Headphones on, World out; Memory comes back On dancer's feet, Gliding through the door; My age-old Mistriss Comes dancing through the door Singing songs of long-ago; A time I worked so hard to forget.The funny thing abou… -
Let's Party, Pity.
With the heart removed memory dies.Took a steak knife and rammed it deep in my chest then carved out the cavern that is my heart. I am the maker of my own misfortune. I am the queen of my demise. These hands are bloody a… -
~~~Cigarettes and Silhouettes~~~
Cigarettes become silhouettes ground into the wet pavement, burnt after-images of a moment already lost; time gone by, life unreclaimed-and every day another joins the past, insignificant physical reminders of a life tha… -
It's Better When You Ignore My Existance.
Life doesn't start new with the rising of the sun, Yesterday doesn't go away, it just goes into memory; You can't erase the past, what happened last, But you can choose to forget, to sweep it under the rug. Don't come ru… -
~~~Behind My Vacant Stare~~~
gazing into nothing, staring into nowhere; but my mind's a world away, reliving moments that don't exist. dwelling in past fantasies, reminiscing the 'good old days;' such a bitter aftertaste it leaves burning on my tong…
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