Feathers
"so, let me tell you, a powerful enough hypnotist would be able to erase all memories from his subject's mind," the lion continued.
Inverse Dissonance
This line in the sand, can we erase it completely? as though it never existed, and start our lives over. even when we cry out against the churning crowds, the lines that mark our bounds, cannot be washed away.
Crossover Frontier-
This is a persona q styled crossover, with a lot of ups and downs with long lasting friendships being made, but once they all say their goodbyes their memories were erased seemingly but semi-remember the experiences they had together.
Quickie Freestyle One: How do I deal with it all?
Who knew how we would go through with our plans erase the barrier in the sand and come forth to embrace the things we can't deal with or have yet to feel it out we're about to hold hands am i ready?
Regret
The things i have done lie fresh in their minds, but the wrongs they've done me, erased from their minds each day it was dealt. there's too much conflict, not enough regret, the past can't be changed. the blade is sawing at marrow.
A Broken Mirror
It cannot be erased.
Venturing: Trivial Things
I started, without any explanation for my actions and handed him the paper clip and eraser that i had on my table. all he did was stare as i was handing him these things and left it at that.
Love can be dangerous. . .
Tears can fall and hit the ground, but will they ever fully erase the pain found? when will we find happiness? when will the world finally just leave those who love each other alone? it's cruel and unusual.
From Me To You
erased of value, broken of worth. so who will choose to dance with her now, among the embers of broken vows? and who will choose to lead her away, past the nonstalgia and the fray? let these impressions settle around.
Winter Lullaby
It's tough, taking time truly to tear the walls down, hoping my bleeding ties, intertwines, my drops erasing all, chasing love in my mind. snowflakes shiver in the cold, growing old and gray. as the season passes so shall we surely?
*Poem* I Have to Start This Way
#12 of poetry i have to start this way so the sentence doesn't run on or escape (from here) and fly into your eyes or turn around and erase itself or fall right through (like here) and continue on the back of the page or in eight years.
Lonely Oak Chapter 74
The answers were blank, she had erased them. there were still some phantom pencil markings, but they were feint enough. she read a sentence from the middle, and didn't exactly remember it.