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[aid] => mick
[title] => Forgetting to Forget
[time] => 2005-08-27 18:29:36
[hometext] => I have already forgotten to forget... And the torrent of humid recollections cast liquid shadows upon my eyes...
[bodytext] => Your smile (((beats))) like the silhouette of a flower, Creating an image without a face, Only vague illusion of a hidden yearning... The night gazes at me with tremulous/// eyes, Murmuring of a distant memory... I don't feel like bleeding today, All I want to do is drown in dreams of your scented kisses... But, like always, my fingers get the better half of me, This ancient pen spitting out my emotions without asking... Perhaps... I enjoy being undressed... I... don't... know... I have already forgotten everything, Which I think it's the same as nothing... I have already forgotten to forget, And the torrent of humid recollections cast liquid shadows upon my eyes, I am left weeping dry tears, Broken and beautiful on the floors of despair... This trembling solitude is choking me with its silken claws of red algae and anguish, An ocean of voices fills my lungs with ebony foam, Droning acrid prayers and flashes of sadness... A rosary of thorns bites into my hands, Reminding me that I am still living, As I look up to the crest fallen sky and scream, WHERE ARE YOU?! But all I receive is the same answer, (((((((((SILENCE))))))))) Martyrdom hides itself in the crosses, And my faith, at long last, folds into nothing... I begin to start when I finish. Or, I only end when I begin, like dreams... I don't know. It's still raining dark colors inside my soul, Blue. Black. Red. {Colors that don't hide anything...} Just like yours... And if forgetting forms part of us, How will I remember you? -Like a seven. Ah, yes... It's all coming back to me now... [comments] => 7 [counter] => 206 [topic] => 64 [informant] => FleurdeSang [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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