do_you_even_remember_who_you_were sabbie come on bring it on sit there all honest and open eyed trying to encourage me in my depravity listening to me nodding with me trying to tell me that you feel it too glossing over you youre turning into me covering over everything youre turning yourself into me [chamilion] changing your opinions everytime you voice mine changing your mind everytime you remember that you are playing me today. [shape changing] big deep soulful eyes looking up at me looking down at me wanting to be inside me why do you need to be me? i dont want to be me. [metamorphising] morphing into me. if youre going to be me today, who do i get to be? 020421 ... Joana. Memory revives what once was Yet all that there is now Are fragments of such wholeness That only scent and sound Can gather back [I miss me] 020421 ... kerry i used to be little Tina Turner in the hospital my dad scruffed up my red hair after the nurses slicked it back because it made me look like a rock star like the ones he used to photograph i used to be a redhead i'm not anymore *strawberry blond* years away from the real thing and then i was a tomboy, then i was a prep, then i was nothing except trying to hibernate in that horrible thing we all know, it's called MIDDLE SCHOOL, JUNIOR HIGH, and then high school arrived and i was just me. and i still am. 020422 ... Arwyn somedays I do. I remember who I wanted to be more than who i was. 020422 ... continuous ache dear sabbie, i'm not good with compliments, so i'll just say i liked that....a lot. ;) 020423 ... poetic_onslaught i remember who i was too clearly. which is why i hurt so much. 020423 ... sabbie .:blinks in surprise:. thank you continuous ache! that be a loverly thing to say. sabbieday been made :) 020423 ... Sailor Jupiter I miss who I was. She was genuinely happy, nice, friendly...and she was outgoing and confident too! I liked her a lot even though she was funny looking. But that little girl, she was murdered by hands to ignorant to understand. She was reduced to ash, dark chunks of flesh and dried cracked blood. Sometimes I cry for that little girl who had to die for this, the present me, to be born. She deserved better. 020423 ... daxle yes, but I like who I am now much better 020423 ... ashmanzhou hopefully not though i dont think i would count on it but i am and i do 030806 ... ashmanzhou hopefully not though i dont think i would count on it but i am and i do 030806 ... ashmanzhou hopefully not though i dont think i would count on it but i am and i do 030806 ... ferret i think i used to be a chicken 030806 ... all walls are great if the roof doesnt fall i've seen what i was and i know what i'll be i've seen it all there is nothing to see 030806 ... starboy Past, present, future.... all the blink of an eye. Does it matter who I was, who I am, and who I am going to become? I don't think it does. In the end, I die, you die, we all die and no more us. What we were eventually fades and all that is left is nothing. What we do in the blink of time that we are here is irrevelent. 030807 ... Arwyn I remember... I didn't care as much about what people thought. I was spontaneous. I was fun. I wasn't so scared of everyone... I wish I could be the 15 year old me again... 030808 ... Fire&Roses Always. and on the bad days I miss me and on the good ones I look back and laugh. 030808 ... misstree Before nible fingers caressed your temples, a serpent's tongue gliding lies between honey-slick adornments and beguilings, do you remember how you looked at me in shock, when i sidled up with my cat's grin, looped my arm around your waist and led you out of paradise? Once i had laid my seed, i left you, and now when i look in on you you're a perfect wretch, doubled over with the weight of too much for you. I am pleased with my work-- i sent you through the flames and you came out charred, broken, unfit to have tasted the golden apple. Live or die in this vital world, and you will die with the truth. (ps: i really like what sabbie wrote at the top. it's neat, and it inspired me. :) 030809 ... ashmanzhou what can you ever say to me that might make me remember all of those broken dreams i know i always scream aloud at night but that aint any reason to believe that i ever could go back again to the way i was i dont even remember who i was could have been would have been because as i gradually fly apart i find myself thinking even believing that i have changed for the better but then i take a look at you that little revulsion you hold when you look at me and i know i have ruined myself and i know i cant go back dreaming wandering thinking only thinking of my own self selfrighteous self servience all alone and crying in thou sight 030809 ... NothingNow doesn't matter who i was who i am who i think i might end up being whoever, whatever... not worth remembering i'd have to be somebody for that ( i_used_to_be_somebody? ) 030809 ... three words what_kind_of_flower_are_you do_you_even_remember_who_you_were daniel 050305 what's it to you? who go blather from