memory

by **prince_force** Thu Jun 19, 2008 6:26 pm

A Memory from The Past,
i am in its power,a feeling Thats in My Soul.
i Had like to Believe it All Didnt Happen,
But The Past Cant Be Wiped,Cant bE Destroyed .. =)

I Am Wounded By Your Words Like a Blade Stabbed In My Heart.
Thats Painted Red By My Blood,arguments and
Feelings Fight Inside Me.
The End Just Depends On Me.

I Fear To Lose,Committed Crime,Forgiveness,Bleeding Soul?

Love!

This Is That Keeps Me Alive,
Gives Power To me To Forgive,
The Bleeding Wound Heals Up,
But the Scar Remains And Makes Me Remember .. =)

by **luv.inspecta** Thu Jun 19, 2008 11:04 pm

love is the only thing dats left in the memories of everyone .... so true and nice .. thx

by **pegasus202** Mon Jun 23, 2008 4:31 am

you've been gone for quite some time
but the memory of you still lives on

it seems just like yesterday you left
my heart can still feel the pain
every birthday
every holiday
i wish i could spend with you
like the many years before

now i can only share these days with
the memory of your hugs
your voice
the memory of you

i still cry at night
as i think of the past
of all the memories we had
even the ones that were once so faint
they stand out more than ever

you've been gone for quite some time
but the memory of you still lives on
with me!

by **nices** Mon Jun 23, 2008 6:26 pm

experiences still alive is the memories of life!!! keep it no no

by **purple_gie** Mon Jun 23, 2008 10:00 pm

Let d memories of the past be the shadows of tomorrow,
And tomorrow let that memories of yesterday !
Let bygones be bygones!
And those memories goes beyond !
Scars will remains but better start again and do the best you can!

by **princess_shy_force** Tue Jun 24, 2008 2:55 pm

Nice memories have their own scent when ever you are in vailed in the scent,your heart can alwys go back to the unforgetable past together with ur own scenery that will never fade...

by **gone_the_force** Wed Jun 25, 2008 9:32 am

Today's events are tomorrow's memories.So cherish every moment..Life is a gift.

by **m3ga._.l0rd** Fri Jul 11, 2008 2:22 am

She died - this was the way she died.
And when her breath was done
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.

Her little figure at the gate
The Angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.

by **m3ga._.l0rd** Fri Jul 11, 2008 2:22 am

There is grey in your hair.
Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath
When you are passing;
But maybe some old gaffer mutters a blessing
Because it was your prayer
Recovered him upon the bed of death.
For your sole sake - that all heart's ache have known,
And given to others all heart's ache,
From meagre girlhood's putting on
Burdensome beauty - for your sole sake
Heaven has put away the stroke of her doom,
So great her portion in that peace you make
By merely walking in a room.
Your beauty can but leave among us
Vague memories, nothing but memories.
A young man when the old men are done talking
Will say to an old man, "Tell me of that lady
The poet stubborn with his passion sang us
When age might well have chilled his blood.'
Vague memories, nothing but memories,
But in the grave all, all, shall be renewed.
The certainty that I shall see that lady
Leaning or standing or walking
In the first loveliness of womanhood,
And with the fervour of my youthful eyes,
Has set me muttering like a fool.
You are more beautiful than any one,
And yet your body had a flaw:
Your small hands were not beautiful,
And I am afraid that you will run
And paddle to the wrist
In that mysterious, always brimming lake
Where those What have obeyed the holy law
paddle and are perfect. Leave unchanged
The hands that I have kissed,
For old sake's sake.
The last stroke of midnight dies.
All day in the one chair
From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have
ranged
In rambling talk with an image of air:
Vague memories, nothing but memories.

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