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The passion that once filled my heart and veins,
That once fueled all my love and pain,
Now flows away, a pale picture of the past.
Memento Morituri, and in the depths I’m cast.

A pale passion, a picture of my blood,
A sickening shade of red, fading like it should.
A river of my blood, released from body’s chain,
Leaving little but my memory of pain.

The pain is sweeter than the pleasure,
Because I know the pain is real.
This life I can no longer treasure,
There is nothing left for me to feel.

Knocks on the door, shrill shouts of fear,
I do not care, my place is here.
And in my life path’s final bend,
I was glad to see the end.
©2007-2009 ~Tar1988
:icontar1988:

Author's Comments

memento mori= remember the dead.
memento morituri= remember those about to die. Remember is not a perfect translation here. memento means literally 'to keep in the mind for a short period'

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:iconn-g-e:
I got a cold chill running down my spine as I read this. Rarely does reading a poem instill a physical response. Perhaps because I knew what to expect once I've took notice of its title... I could summarise it like this... a post mortem written ante mortem in a way describing a situation in articulo mortis. Whatever it is, this touched me.
:icontar1988:
in articulo mortis... I like the sound of that. :) but then again, most things in latin sound good.

Glad to see you liked it :)

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"hell is other people"
-Sartre

"each man is his own hell"
-Tar

"All in all, it's pretty much hell all the way, no matter how you slice the cake."
-Adrian Daniels

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:iconrmrippers:
hehehehehehehee can i ever expect crappy poetry from you? this one is fab, made me all shivery :P

:D :fav:ded

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But that was the problem with my dreams. They were always too realistic.

I’ll stick to my faux crème doughnut instead of my chocolate fondant
:iconkonjuku:
Stop. Everything falls quiet against the silent message in the poem.

Pain. Sweet yet bitter, pleasure, life, everything washed away by what is to come... Loved it.

Actually, I feel inspired by it.


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Don't you wanna' know how we keep starting fires?
:iconmatt-taylor21:
as long as we keep our loved one's in are heart; they never die =D
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...plus; i believe; when, we die... we go to the spiritual world...here we learn about; what, we need to know; before, we can be reborn again =D

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you have value; you are important; choose to be the best you; you can be (just a thought)=D
:icontar1988:
this one seems to run shivers with most ppl. .... awesome :)

--
"hell is other people"
-Sartre

"each man is his own hell"
-Tar

"All in all, it's pretty much hell all the way, no matter how you slice the cake."
-Adrian Daniels

Join the revolution ! [link]
:icontar1988:
well, if you are inspired, I suggest you start writing :) I love your work.

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"hell is other people"
-Sartre

"each man is his own hell"
-Tar

"All in all, it's pretty much hell all the way, no matter how you slice the cake."
-Adrian Daniels

Join the revolution ! [link]
:iconkonjuku:
Thanks.. But you know what killed my mood? Lmao I know I'm under 18 and all, but i had my settings so I could see mature content since some of my own works are tagged mature... Now I cant view some of my 'ill natured' works >w< like my work on cannibalism.. man.. it sucks lol

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Don't you wanna' know how we keep starting fires?
:iconlovemeethate:
I really like the flow and espeically the first stanza you did a wonderful job.
It's very spine chilling and deep.
Keep up the good work!

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The illusion is that you are simply reading this poem.
The reality is that this is more than a poem. -Bukowski

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