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    dots Submission Name: memoriadots
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    Author: griever13
    ASL Info:    20/M/England
    Elite Ratio:    1.67 - 4/15/16
    Words: 285
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
    Total Views: 1080
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    Description:
       this is about how we create our own world, our comfort zone and how we hold on to memories in order to make us feel safe


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    dotsmemoriadots
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    dust clouds solidify into pounding rock
    striking us all, the full force of human sin
    the evil in our souls trying to out run the clock
    our youth baptised in blood, taught death or victory
    indoctrinated to serve a master, a man, a god
    in the name of faith and conquest we lay seige to whats free
    we raise the sword against brother, we spill his blood in the sand
    our own kind we slay for our selfish desires
    only when we see the pain do we understand

    isolation, to cut oneself away
    to become a ghost in a dying world
    feel the cold on your face, realisation that this life is in decay
    take existence into your own hands, mold it as you desire
    cut the strings of the puppet, become the master
    throw away the gods, become your own, elevate yourself higher
    with every snowflake that falls another second is lost
    another moment out of reach, lost to time
    unable to reclaim precious fragments, to live this is the cost

    memories are all that bind us to times now gone
    woven into our being, they create what we are
    a sense of euphoria holds us as we strive to shine light where it once shone
    the desire to live in a certain moment, to make time stand
    is it not what we all strive for? to indulge in the past?
    to live in our own precious world, to hold existence in our hands
    in this world memories are all we have that we can call our own
    out in the barren world, the unfeeling and the mechanical
    our memories they cannot take, they are ours and ours alone






    Submitted on 2007-09-11 20:23:46     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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