If I live long enough
for someone to invent a cost-effective way to erase memories, I'll be waiting in line to have mine erased on the very first day.
I dream of such a thing, to remove the things of my past from my present. That way, I could look forward to the future instead of dread it.
Thought is finding its shape,
Becoming stronger, And word by word, Layer upon layer, Self-erasing, Taking form. The mind is a collage Creating itself from cut-up scraps; It is a sculpture built by a flowing Fountain of sand, Both constantly being eroded And being formed And grown by the erosion, The sculpting fingers of erosion, The sculpted shadows of forgetfulness. Grains of memory Beneath the fingernails, They fall, they forget; One remains.
Written on January 6th, 2022.
This is a photopoetry collaboration with poet Paul Rowland (www.jonathanpicklesthecity.com).
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It takes time to erase
the mistakes that I've put in my soul. But to take one mistake at a time is to make me whole. To play a part in this game is to play a role. But to remove all my mistakes is my ultimate goal.
I am aware now that making mistakes allow you to be human and to learn and grow.
ittle by little. every shard of my work will disappear from this world and the time will erase my existence
yet this year I celebrated my birthday
Sketches that look beautiful
And some that are painful But few, more colourful And some meaning full Stay stored in patterns For view as in museum But only... For self view!! Pain inducing sketches That had torn my heart Would find their place in thrash Replaced with blankness... How I wish.....if i could redraw!! Then, why should I pile up in mind The unpleasant and undesired Sketches and frames ???? Shouldn't I erase it all And let my mind free ??? Yes......here i do it !!!
The day I’ve outlined in my head
I don’t know what will become of my life until then But I hope I can erase the date Before I erase myself from this world
We were footprints in the snow.
One after another, e r a s i n g each other's soul.
We are a little ****** up inside
The parts of ourselves we try to hide Some of us dwell in trenches deep Just like those up hills so steep Looking at the life I know Stars above Ground below Everything we do not share weighs us down In the stress we'll eventually drown Is knowledge we are missing too hard to reach? Can be the one to show me how and teach More bad habits every day But you can take them away Is more serotonin what I need? Expensive to sense/cents to feed Rather fix hormones in my brain Than leave be and go insane A long way to go Climb off my knees Halfway there start to wheeze Missed shot I'm on the bench Opportunity failed Fists clenched Throw confidence against wall Kindness shown to others Not self at all And around in circles I run Like clock hands thoughts are never done Confetti exploding Colorful shower Pieces of heart shredded by the hour No bravery No guts No ***** No spine Days will never again be mine No hurry to grow older Faint embers to smolder Story etched Layers of stone Exhausted to skin and bone Walking motion Too worn out to sprint Precious time now viewed with tint Inhumane way of wearing death out Lies before infinite route Mirror whispers "You are not good enough" Existing breath hated and rough Body in conflict with the voice in my head Dangling from a solitary thread The day hazy because I am confused Hop from mistake to mistake unexcused Revealing that despair is long Unchanging as I mosey along My heart warming Trying change And thawing as flaws disarrange Can think I'll get better I never will Spending time savoring that thrill Laughing days that passed by in a rush Crying Sharing stories we gush We are only distracting from the pain Is a point ever reached Where you slip down the drain? A need to fix Need to heal No way of stopping the bad **** I feel Move feet but I'm stuck in place ****** up all I can't erase
Its so hard to let go of the past
What if you could forget,
forget all the bad days. All those bad decisions. All the things you wish you could be able to erase, would you be able to do it? Would you be willing to erase what made you stronger. What made you a fighter. What are you willing to lose in order to forget those moments.
type erase, type erase
brain tells you youre a burden to all of them type erase type erase remember who left and what they said type erase, type erase type close app This is why i never ******* hit send
"My chatbox is open for you" they said. No random check-ups I guess?