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I think of all I remember
And all I have forgotten
I promised to remember you…
Forever…
But it’s so hard, when you’re no longer here
To remind me to remember you.
Slowly, you’re fading from my mind.
I remember you…
If only as parts of the whole…
Your voice, once clear to me,
Has been lost…
What do you sound like now…?
Your face, which I said I would remember forever…
My memories of it are gone…
You look generic to me now…
Would I recognize you if you were right in front of me?
I can remember that we were close…
We did so much together.
But… what?
What did we do…?
I… can’t remember anymore…
The secrets we shared…
Gone from me…
Do you remember mine?
You probably do…
Your name…
The key to who you were to me…
Why does it now slip my mind?
Where are you now, that I can refresh you in my mind?
Where have you gone...?
I don’t remember…
I remember all we did together.
I remember you, though as a figure.
My memories are but an empty frame of who you were.
My memories are hollow.
I remember nothing of the actual you now…
What of my knowledge is grounded in fact…?
I’m no longer sure…
If you really ever were.
Were you just my mind…?
Do you simply fill a gap in my life…?
You were real… weren’t you?
You still are real… aren’t you?
I can’t remember…
I’ll hold to my memory…
Though I now doubt your existence…
Are you a fabrication of my mind?
But… you are reality…
I remember it all…
It is all in my mind…
You’re all in there… somewhere…
These memories are real…
They couldn’t be false…
It is all clear in my mind…
My memories…
There are so many…
They must be real…
…Right?
And all I have forgotten
I promised to remember you…
Forever…
But it’s so hard, when you’re no longer here
To remind me to remember you.
Slowly, you’re fading from my mind.
I remember you…
If only as parts of the whole…
Your voice, once clear to me,
Has been lost…
What do you sound like now…?
Your face, which I said I would remember forever…
My memories of it are gone…
You look generic to me now…
Would I recognize you if you were right in front of me?
I can remember that we were close…
We did so much together.
But… what?
What did we do…?
I… can’t remember anymore…
The secrets we shared…
Gone from me…
Do you remember mine?
You probably do…
Your name…
The key to who you were to me…
Why does it now slip my mind?
Where are you now, that I can refresh you in my mind?
Where have you gone...?
I don’t remember…
I remember all we did together.
I remember you, though as a figure.
My memories are but an empty frame of who you were.
My memories are hollow.
I remember nothing of the actual you now…
What of my knowledge is grounded in fact…?
I’m no longer sure…
If you really ever were.
Were you just my mind…?
Do you simply fill a gap in my life…?
You were real… weren’t you?
You still are real… aren’t you?
I can’t remember…
I’ll hold to my memory…
Though I now doubt your existence…
Are you a fabrication of my mind?
But… you are reality…
I remember it all…
It is all in my mind…
You’re all in there… somewhere…
These memories are real…
They couldn’t be false…
It is all clear in my mind…
My memories…
There are so many…
They must be real…
…Right?
Literature
Broken
You took the kitchen butter knife,
the one you used on your toast that morning,
and you slipped it between my breasts,
to where my heart beat painfully in my chest.
I bled onto your hand, dripping onto the floor,
while you watched with a small, sad smile
on your face, and told me it was better this way.
How is that possible
when all I thought I knew
disappeared in a cloud of purple smoke
as I melted into a puddle,
while my boiling blood
made a pool on the kitchen linoleum?
It was a bitch to clean later.
Literature
Broken Hearts
Where do broken hearts go,
To heal?
Where do they lay in solitude,
And once more become real?
What price, what punishment,
Must they undergo,
Before they are allowed to return,
To a world that has forsaken them,
A world that has spurned?
Where do broken hearts find,
The courage to move on?
Was that strength truly with them,
Inside all along?
Where do they hide the memories,
That they simply cannot share,
With anyone, anywhere?
Where do they learn to love,
Again?
Broken hearts become lonely hearts,
If the healing takes too long
The fear and mistrust of betrayal,
Makes them cold and wan
Lonely means forever broken
You fi
Literature
First Kiss
We walk along the water
hand in hand
both a little bit nervous
hoping our hands won't betray us
by sweating too much
Sitting on a bench
overlooking the dark water
the sun has long gone
but it still shines in our hearts
Your hand touches my cheek
softly brushing my hair back
as you move in closer
our hearts beating fast
Soft and careful
your lips touch mine
trembling slightly
my fingers find your hair
Been kissed before
but never as deep
never as loving
never as perfect
I shed a tear
out of pure realisation
this is the feeling
I've been waiting for all my life
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My friend, where have you gone in my mind? You used to be there. I remember that much... but what all have I forgotten?
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Because of this, I'm writing all of my friends names down, & a paragraph about them.(: