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Memories are my rivers
Waves of running shivers
Voices of strange foreign languages
Carving hidden paths
Tempting lonely voids
With bitter-sweet tastes
Of resting fears
Sleeping in nests of screamed whispers...
Memories are gliding mirrors
Inviting their prisoner
To drown his feeth
Into insane whirlpools of endless, forgotten
Emotions dwelling under the cold-silvery outside.
Memories are sentences
Of the scared inside
To dream what it was
To forget what will be
To accept what it's not.
Waves of running shivers
Voices of strange foreign languages
Carving hidden paths
Tempting lonely voids
With bitter-sweet tastes
Of resting fears
Sleeping in nests of screamed whispers...
Memories are gliding mirrors
Inviting their prisoner
To drown his feeth
Into insane whirlpools of endless, forgotten
Emotions dwelling under the cold-silvery outside.
Memories are sentences
Of the scared inside
To dream what it was
To forget what will be
To accept what it's not.
my entry for the "Memories"Contest [link]
Interesing about our emories is that they can be altered, shaped in such way that they'll appear to us good or bad, following our wishes... It's like magic ...something bad turning into something good and vice-versa.
Însă pentru unii dintre noi, cei care se acceptă pe sine aşa cum sunt, chiar dacă îşi acceptă greşelile proprii ,uneori ar fi mult mai uşor să uite pur şi simplu.
Interesing about our emories is that they can be altered, shaped in such way that they'll appear to us good or bad, following our wishes... It's like magic ...something bad turning into something good and vice-versa.
Însă pentru unii dintre noi, cei care se acceptă pe sine aşa cum sunt, chiar dacă îşi acceptă greşelile proprii ,uneori ar fi mult mai uşor să uite pur şi simplu.
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This is a poem best read or whispered aloud, so you can really get the feel of it – you paid so much attention to how each word fits and sounds in the actual poem, and the result it just amazing. This is a really great take on the theme, and another entry that makes me think and re-evaluate my own memories.