Memento MoriWeep not for me my loved ones dear
I am not dead but sleeping here.
And when you come my grave to see
Prepare thyself to follow me.
and another one which was ironic:
Gone but not forgotten.
It was more than a hundred years old....
~Amberous
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Astronauts and CosmonautsI am one of the last of humankind. There are only five of us left; and we are now destined to die along with everything and everyone we have ever known and loved. Our species will become extinct. In a way I feel privileged to have been one of the few humans in all of history to have witnessed the end of the world and lived. But history will never speak of us- there is no one left to remember.Astronauts and Cosmonauts
So I write this in the hope that another civilisation beyond the stars may read this. It is a small hope as this might be untranslatable and if it can be, you’ll have no idea what I am trying to express. But I feel the need to lea
by ~Amberous
Rocket ScienceYou ask her to the pool to do whatever till whenever because once she told you that the feeling of weightlessness was her most favourite in the world.Rocket Science
She told you that it was because she could pretend to be an astronaut, that ever since she was a little girl she wanted to float through space and touch the shining stars. That was better than wishing to be a “Princess”.
But swimming wasn’t why you asked. You wanted her to confess...
**
That science lesson seemed to crush her. The stars were not shining, but burni
by ~Amberous
I'm swimming in myselfYou explode awake in the dark By reflex you inhale:I'm swimming in myself
Forcing air
warm with fear into the lungs until you can’t breathe anymore that feeling of fullness of that slight pinch as the skin of the throat
pulls in.
Calm. Just a nightmare. The sleepless mind wanders and wonders...
Today the Weatherman sounded so sure:
Sunshine and showers, scattered clouds and bright spells.
Sounded like magic omniscience but
by ~Amberous
Testing the BladeThe thoughts are sharpened by anger. My mind leaks hormones and staticTesting the Blade
when I touch them.
Should I give my thoughts a chance
to live as vibrations in the air? A lyrical existence.
I know that their meaning can destroy you.
Shall I refrain from the stab? Or just slice thinly... until there is nothing left of you?
by ~Amberous
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Self PortraitA blank white canvas Stretches in front of me It's blank and empty like my soul A barren stretch of nothing I pick up a paintbrush And dip it in grey secrets I paint a border, an iron barrier To keep my emotions in I paint the background blue With the water I treasure The ocean of a thousand memories And of a future I cannot have I paint the sky with my blood So it rains down upon me Red for fear, anger, and pain And for a melancholy love I paint tiny golden stars A glimmer of trust and hope But they fade in among the paintwork WaSelf Portrait
by ~SpacexPanda
Gift-wrappedSubmerged in reckless solitude, banished by miraculous hope, but consumed by vicious inflictions of grief: this used to be my heart.Gift-wrapped
Now -- it is a poor reflection as in a mirror, but I can still see face-to-face. The fuzzy resolution of the hazy screen melts away and seeps into the bitter ground, leaving a blank, hollow mirage of what used to be; a helpless puppet latched onto the closed souls of the Others, lusting for what they had, what I so dearly wanted and yearned to be.
Finally -- I'm free of the heavy chains that held me down, the force of the weight that burdened my life. There's nothing stopping me from pu
by ~lovely-able-heather
Essence for Completion[X] Lost soul should remain lost [X] Confused ambitions steal away the confusion [X] Unaware mystery the roads are open; pathways clear [X] Broken heart tend to the rips and tearsEssence for Completion
It seems like everything could be the same. Switching back to the same accustomed routines, the same methodical patterns, the same ideal habits after a long haul of impatient waiting. But --
things have changed
Is this for the better? How am I supposed to know? I only know how to drown. I preach of happiness and loving oneself, but am I such a hypocrite that I can't follow the advice I
by ~lovely-able-heather
A Moment in TimeA Moment in TimeA Moment in Time
What is it that makes you who you are? What makes you think the way you do? These are questions everyone wonders about and some people say that it is a combination of your personality, the way others treat you, and the environment you grow up in. I believe that each of these things contributes to the way you think, the person you eventually become, but what about the memories? Aren’t memories an imprint in your brain of the most significant things in your life? Surely they must have some impact on who you grow up to be. If you took away people’s memori
by ~hazy-dreams
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- Current Residence: London
- Interests: Breakdancing, Kung Fu, Writing, Reading
- Favourite movie: Troy, 300, Chronicles of Riddick, Perfume: Story of a Murderer, Pan's Labyrinth, The Dark Knigh
- Favourite band or musician: Jack's Mannequin
- Favourite genre of music: Rock
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