MementoMaria

Life.Marches.On.

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Venus Was No Toothpick by MementoMaria, literature

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Venus Was No Toothpick

I’m standing in the Metropolitan Museum of Art, staring at a painting of what is described in the side pane as “Venus with an organist and a dog.” The artist’s interpretation of Venus is prostrate on some kind of bed, lovingly reaching for her lap dog while, at the foot of the bed, an organist plays his instrument, gazing longingly over his shoulder at Venus. Venus is roughly the same shade as milk, blushing demurely on the apples of her cheeks. Her serene face is the quintessence of what anyone in this would call “goddess,” but her body is something completely different. Her physique is what one would describe a

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Pharmacy Parking Lot by MementoMaria, literature

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Pharmacy Parking Lot

Night's when it matters most, car humming softly in the parking lot of the pharmacy, listening to music I know for sure you're hating, but steaming silently. Deny your anger, say you're fine, but I can see it in your eyes, and the way your lips make a tight bow. Wondering how I can tell you everything but you know nor hear nothing. How I can give you everything, but you recieve nothing. I see your breath in puffs before my eyes, and their pace spells out frustration. Never tell me what I really am, because I dont know myself.

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Not Really Living by MementoMaria, literature

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Not Really Living

Sitting on the windowsill My skin drinks in the late July sun Its reflection on the murky buildings Casts little mirages before me The tether attached to my arm, I'm no longer free I can't breathe here Alone until 10 o clock, when you come to save me From the shadows that lurk not in my room but in my head. I've been alone for so long But I'm stll my own worst enemy. You tell me I'm weak, to weak to stand Too week to understand whats happening to me But I dont need that now. What do you think of this? And you answer in silence So thin I can feel its bony presence We have a lot more in common than I thought I know you want to

Everywhere in Between by MementoMaria, literature

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Everywhere in Between

Where have the happy children gone? Hopeless shells of a tender past remain. So innocence flees like the scattered dry leaves on my lawn when blown by the wind- forced across the state but feeling a universe away. The gift I wanted wasnt the one you forgot. We changed this year, but the world did not. It did not. Is there still room for me in your life? You know there's room in mine And I miss you taking up space in my mind. The warm memories of old Fading smiles of gold Crowd my mind. And you're everywhere in between.

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In case you need more reasons by MementoMaria, literature

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In case you need more reasons

I want to hear about a cure for cancer -Not about Kanye West's mom I want to hear about Darfur -Not about Angelina and her latest adoptee I want to hear about archaeologists exposing ruins -Not about Britneys newest exposed body part I want to hear about the soldiers -Not about the Soulja Boy I want to hear of love around the world -Not Tila Tequila's newest lover (or lack therof)

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Petals of Frost by BleedingDementia, literature

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Petals of Frost

Now my heart I give you On a silver plate Lined with petals of frost Careful, the main course is glass, very fragile More delicate are the petals of frost Which are sprinkled with my love Though they will not break, they are very soft My heart is yours, if you'll have it I hope you would I'll never find another to love I drench my affections in starlight Cover my emotions with diamonds I will do all I can to make each day bliss I now give you my heart On a silver plate Lined with petals of frost It is yours, now and forever As am I if you'll have it that way Know that my love is pure Now and forever it shall remain

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Italy
Deviant for 16 years
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Favourite genre of music: All.
Favourite style of art: Everything.
Shell of choice: Conch
Favourite cartoon character: Felix the Cat, Dr. Seuss

Favourite Visual Artist

Dali, Pollock, Warhol, Munch, Caravaggio

Favourite Movies

Moonstruck, Terms of Endearment, Misery, Dolores Claiborne, Animal House, Pan's Labyrinth

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Shiny Toy Guns, Dark Dark Dark

Favourite Writers

Poe, Sedaris, Shakespeare

Favourite Games

Resident Evil and Soul Calibur

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Verithin Prismacolor pencils, Prismacolor pens, Pilot pens, calligraphy pens

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MementoMaria

May 15, 2009

Publisher's Clearing House

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Hello, Deviantart. Its been a while, and I'm glad I'm back to writing. The school year is almost over, and boy, am I glad of it. Just another couple of weeks, then exams, and boom, we're done. Prom is tonight, but am I going? Nope. Oh well. There's sixty bucks I've saved. So I've been writing a little more recently. It feels good to be getting back into it, especially since I let writer's block overtake me for quite some time and didn't do anything about it. But I'm back and I hope you enjoy everything that I've been writing... so far I've only posted a couple of new things, but expect more in the near future!

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MementoMaria

Apr 16, 2008

For lack of anything else to say....

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I just want to thank each and every one of you for your very positive and helpful feedback on all of my poems. I always get nervous about posting something new, and it really is great to see that all of my poetry is appreciated. Reading your comments is a pleasure, and hopefully, as I'm away this weekend, I'll be able to produce more poetry that I will post here. My next challenge is to get some photography and artwork up here, but unfortunately both are only satisfactory (although my artwork is slightly better than my photography). I dont think I'll ever be one of those people that carries their camera around everywhere and captures life's '

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MementoMaria

Apr 13, 2008

80 years young. 100 years to live.

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I just got home from my grandma's surprise 80th birthday party. The one she specifically told us not to have. I still can't believe that everyone we invited (who were all senior citizens over 70, except for my parents) managed to not spill the apple cart or tip the beans or whatever. So I spent four hours mingling with relatives, some of whom I havent seen in three years. And anyone who has seen me regularly for that long knows I have changed A LOT. But the party was nice. We asked all of my relatives to bring in any pictures they had of my grandmother so that we could make a picture board, and all of the picures were just so interesting to s