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Echoes Of A Mind Dec 2015
I know you just died,
But it's not over yet,
'Cause you'll live on
In all the people you have meet

In their memmories
You still exsist
In your music
Your spirit still lives

You've become immortal,
Though you were born to lose
You still managed
To make footprints with your shoes

The fact that you made an impact
On so many lives
Is the simple reason
That your memmory never dies.
Yeah, I'm a fan of Motörhead and this poem just came to me when I heard the terrible news... R.I.P Lemmy
Vampyre Kato Jan 2017
What I Hold In These Hands,
Turns To Ash As I Watch It All Happen,
Bleeding Slowly,
The Agony, The Grief,
Are The Tools That Build The Coffin,
I Lay Down In And Drowned In As I Lay Here Alone,
I Close My Eyes, To Visit Memmories,
That Have Passed Away,
And Moved On,
Its Deeper Than The Root That Birthed These Shreadded Wings,
I Am Suffocating On The Tears In My Throat,
I Get High When Your Close,
I Die When You Go,
Vampyre At Night,
In The Day Ima Ghost,
I Speak At The Toast,
I See You And I Thinking We Know,
For A Second Thinking Deep,
Like Maybe We Don't,
Sorrows From Apologies,
I Was Loosing Control,
I Just Needed Your Hand,
Not Under Your Clothes,
Theres Dust On This Tesla,
I Drive The Smoke,
Ima Drive Fast And Die,
Off A Cliff Down The Road,
I Been Through Enough Cons,
Remain On Earth Or Begin,
Im Weighing The Pros,
We Stand In Different Rain,
I Don't Expect You To Know,
Being Alone Feels So Difficult Though,
Please Woman Of My Dreams,
Hear The Crys From My Heart, Opera Pugatory Screams,
The Wind When It Rains , Sounds Paranormal Things,
Im Strange And Im Me,
I Feel Like **** Life,
Slice And Dice A Knife In This Iv,
My Eyes Bleed,
I Channel , I Don't Read,
When Im Super High,
I Don't Speak,
To My Family, Im Not The Person That You Think,
Sometimes See,
or The Person Your Hurting For Me To Be,
Im Searching For My Soul Mate, Yes The Woman Of My Dreams
A Loft In a Cave, A Tree House With Peace,
Converted My Tesla Model S Into A Hurse,
Black Rose On A Tree,
On Top Of My Casket,
In Latin Conjure Beauty,
Elouise Roux Jan 2012
I would be lying to say i'll miss you
For to truly miss someone
It requires more
Than a few
Shadowy memmories
A shared bloodline
Family name.

Does this make me cold heartless
The lack of tears
I have shed
For the news of your passing?
It has long been my responsibility
To provide a shoulder
Comforting words
Tissue's.

To those that are close to me
Who held stronger bonds
With you
Their painful loss expressed
So passionately
Reliving nostalgic moments
From childhood visits
Spent in your home.

You had been gone for a while
Altzeimers
Stole the person they once knew
Also made them stranger's
Despite the desperate reminders
"Mum I am your daughter"
For one glimpse
Any slight recognition
A brief act of yourself.

You are peaceful now
No more broken memmory
Living for being alive
Just a merciful sleep
Complete at rest
With
A loving family
To honour
Your fulfilled life
Memmory.

Is it wrong to feel relief
Instead of grief?
Right. Thats who i am.
 Who ill always be.
Just do me a favor and lock away the key
But like usual
I forgot something else again
Worthless trophy locked away on this dusty shelf
Used to the darkness
And the shadows of doubt

Scattered pieces lie about
Bleed me dry
tear me apart
Do it correctly, inside out

But even with that dusty key
I would still be stuck here it seems
Too afraid of what lies beyond
Paper thin door
Memmories never vanquished
Never even gone

They play with my concious
Twist and pull those strings
Making me flinch and panic yet again
The wounds run deep
Your words become mine
Oh dont worry, my demons are pleased
Theyre having a great time

The scars? Forget them not.
The stitches were better used on others
The ones not forgot.
But hey, thats ok.
I never wanted them anyway.
Newly healed hurts more to break,
Than the skin always broken anyway.
Ranjima Ranji Dec 2016
i feel like smiling,,i smiled...
when the cool breeze of this night
sooth ma cheeks & mind
ma memmories slowley open eyes..
& starts telling many stories
i do remember each & every thing
our time together,those movements & events
the foot prints we left in the seashore
still embeded deep stones of love
handing hand together &
chirpping for hours & hours,ofcourse evryday
no way to forget the bloomed lillies at
the heights , we climbed together
& ma naughty doings,to make you angry
finally to see that crazy , innocent smile.
& our evening walks to the wisdom of love
you being more & more involved each day
diving through the shead leaves
& finally the pleasure of being at the destiny, we know.
i guss theremight be no steps
to bounce through gloomy fights anymore
but still the snowing hills of understanding.
anyway we'll be together by the next sunrise.
in our way, planting eyes on each other's.for nothing.
even if we don 't utter a word each other
i'm sure there will be cherry trees &
sunflowers of bliss waiting ahead;
to see the waves washing our foot
sky lit diamond stars for ever, when
we woke up & walk to the sunset of our life.
i would , if i get a chance to sit with you
in that autumn eve,on our wooden bench
tell the mumbling wind,
about this asset of my life,perhaps no one knows,
what is this beam of bliss doing in me...
Kaley Dec 2016
Pain sheds like layers of fruit peels
Only leaving the goodness behind..

The peel is the past, the old memmories
The old jobs, the old you In life..

But the fruit is the present, the current,
The lasting bitter sweet taste of life,
The New You in life..

Once its gone..
You go out an find yourself again,
Using all the goodness you got out of the fruit an throwing away the past..
Yet remembering so you learn from your mistakes.

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Kole J McNeil Dec 2021
A soft breeze
A dying wheeze

A kitten call
A williow tree tall

The sadness in goodbye
An old mans sigh

A face of sorrow
Then burried tommorw

Memmories like waves
Finally a brain that caves
I miss them everyday of my life and I will never forget them
I sense the gathering darkness
foretelling
but I cannot discern the pattern
In the murky clouds
grey mist penetrating the earth

what are these talons frigidly clutching my skin
burning as hot coals
fiery memmories
regret and pain

my skin warm
that trembles at a touch
that bleeds when cut

electric, the sensation of hope
galvanizing my pulse
shocking me to faster breaths
heartbeat responding to the static

I can't hold back the dam
the flooding pressure of desire
steam rising form the kettle boiling...

I watch the white wisps as they rise...
Azrapse Mar 2018
why am i here?
who am i?
what is life about?​
is life a game?​
is that why i always get played?​
why am i the way i am?
does life have  be this hard?​
how do i make this pain go away?
why dont these drinks help me forget?​
why wont this smoke fog my memmories?
why am i a ****** person?​
why do i loath myself?​

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