Hey Guilt,
You're one funny guy. You're kind of like Gravity. You play favorites don't you? I see you decide not to cuddle up next to others as much as you do people like me. Do you wish Innocence to live inside of me again? I'm sorry, but most of her is gone. Why do you choose to lay in my bed in the dark ends of the night, while others just like me or worse than me get to lay down with Pride and Vanity? I understand what you're trying to do to me, but if you're trying to crack me down, I want to see you crawl into the beds of the others who have hurt me. I'm not going to let Forgiveness give into you. I'm letting Stubborn hang out with me right now.
Sincerely,
Mnemos
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Dialogue Pt. 1
Hello there Karma,
You're forever a double sided sword. This is why I love you. Please, be a little more gentle to me. I don't think I can take this forever.
I pretend to not let all these things bother me, and don't have the adequate words to express how I feel. I'm so stressed out lately. The two things I bought myself out of luxury have not helped ease my stress too much, only dig me deeper in this financial problem I face.
I'm stuck bouncing between two sides of a court, not knowing what to do with myself. I need a really long walk, and something to help ease the endless loneliness I feel.
Although I know the only way to ease the endless loneliness is to let go of what I use to distract myself from the loneliness. Once I come to terms with who I am by myself, then maybe I can make clearer decisions... Yes, I know I am not going into deep detail. Out of fear that maybe someone may actually read this and be offended. It's saddening that when you want to tell someone out of the honesty of your heart, it might hurt them, or equally as bad, their reaction may hurt you.
Love,
Mnemos.
You're forever a double sided sword. This is why I love you. Please, be a little more gentle to me. I don't think I can take this forever.
I pretend to not let all these things bother me, and don't have the adequate words to express how I feel. I'm so stressed out lately. The two things I bought myself out of luxury have not helped ease my stress too much, only dig me deeper in this financial problem I face.
I'm stuck bouncing between two sides of a court, not knowing what to do with myself. I need a really long walk, and something to help ease the endless loneliness I feel.
Although I know the only way to ease the endless loneliness is to let go of what I use to distract myself from the loneliness. Once I come to terms with who I am by myself, then maybe I can make clearer decisions... Yes, I know I am not going into deep detail. Out of fear that maybe someone may actually read this and be offended. It's saddening that when you want to tell someone out of the honesty of your heart, it might hurt them, or equally as bad, their reaction may hurt you.
Love,
Mnemos.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
The Fruit of my Womb
Once I met a boy, who told me he was sincere with each word he spoke. Each time I was near him, I felt a pull. I wanted to be in his embrace from the moment I saw him, long before I met him. How could I have known he was just as confused as I was? I know that I am too much of a kind person for him, despite of how wicked of a person I am. I have too much love for someone, I've given too much to someone I am not with. Yet I am called the whore.
No, you do not understand. I know what kind of creature he is. Still it makes me like him more. From the moment I met him, and we danced with our words, I felt that we were testing what exactly it was that we could do and what we could be. It was a trial and error we both understood we were giving each other. He made me happy for all nine weeks I let him be intimate with me. No, not physical, six of those weeks were purely mental and emotional. Now, maybe I am too sensitive. We've started a new dance. Each time I try to pull away, or attempt to disconnect myself, he does something amazing that pulls me back. We hold hands in this dance, I step out, and he rolls me back into his chest with his arm around my waist. What a beautiful twirl it is.
I know I can never love you, love you freely. You are the epitome of who I wished Liam to be. You showed me who you were, yet I glued myself amongst the others on your back burner. I have no proof that there are others, but they would have no proof that I am an other. Oh, Liam, you came to me at the wrong time. Liam, you could have been the last exception, the only exception to my dastardly ways. You were the exception during five of those nine weeks, because those five weeks were when I told myself I was only yours.
Liam, what a funny name. Sounds like a lamb wet with lime juice. I hope my son, that when I have you, you will not act like a Lamb, but something in between the lion and the lamb. I hope you have the smart and wit that he who almost took your name does. I hope you can be better, and not become sour over your past. I hope to love you and show you there is love that exists in other places, complete, faithful love. Here I am, the hypocrite of this disease. Liam, I won't let you lay to rest, not in my mind.
No, you do not understand. I know what kind of creature he is. Still it makes me like him more. From the moment I met him, and we danced with our words, I felt that we were testing what exactly it was that we could do and what we could be. It was a trial and error we both understood we were giving each other. He made me happy for all nine weeks I let him be intimate with me. No, not physical, six of those weeks were purely mental and emotional. Now, maybe I am too sensitive. We've started a new dance. Each time I try to pull away, or attempt to disconnect myself, he does something amazing that pulls me back. We hold hands in this dance, I step out, and he rolls me back into his chest with his arm around my waist. What a beautiful twirl it is.
I know I can never love you, love you freely. You are the epitome of who I wished Liam to be. You showed me who you were, yet I glued myself amongst the others on your back burner. I have no proof that there are others, but they would have no proof that I am an other. Oh, Liam, you came to me at the wrong time. Liam, you could have been the last exception, the only exception to my dastardly ways. You were the exception during five of those nine weeks, because those five weeks were when I told myself I was only yours.
Liam, what a funny name. Sounds like a lamb wet with lime juice. I hope my son, that when I have you, you will not act like a Lamb, but something in between the lion and the lamb. I hope you have the smart and wit that he who almost took your name does. I hope you can be better, and not become sour over your past. I hope to love you and show you there is love that exists in other places, complete, faithful love. Here I am, the hypocrite of this disease. Liam, I won't let you lay to rest, not in my mind.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Slave
He cut me down with simple words
The kind romantics wished they heard
I can't deny that they had worked
In his trance I had been lured
He held me close in every moment
Caressed me although I were stolen
Begged me to hold on being innocent
Yet laid me on that bed-like golden
Then I had seen another side of him
That demon kept hidden within
His eyes crept all along my body
With an irresistible look of wanting
And that's when I had given in
Knowing I was a poor victim of his sin,
He pressed himself against my skin,
I couldn't help but let him win
Yet I enjoyed the things he did
Wondered if later I'd regret,
Held onto him as his body cooled
And became a slave to his evil deeds
The kind romantics wished they heard
I can't deny that they had worked
In his trance I had been lured
He held me close in every moment
Caressed me although I were stolen
Begged me to hold on being innocent
Yet laid me on that bed-like golden
Then I had seen another side of him
That demon kept hidden within
His eyes crept all along my body
With an irresistible look of wanting
And that's when I had given in
Knowing I was a poor victim of his sin,
He pressed himself against my skin,
I couldn't help but let him win
Yet I enjoyed the things he did
Wondered if later I'd regret,
Held onto him as his body cooled
And became a slave to his evil deeds
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