the understanding of time travel

By eidos

Looking back on it now, I see only the displeasure.
Like reading the chapters of a book out of sequence
and understanding that the heroine of this novel
is nothing more than a damsel that creates her own distress.
So I pack up memories, before they are ruined.
Because I like remembering you
as who you really aren't.

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Published on Wednesday, August 29, 2012. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "the understanding of time travel"

On Wednesday, December 21, 2022, carlosjackal (2787) wrote:

Stunning work of flawless art.
On Monday, June 26, 2023, carlosjackal (2787) wrote:

On further rereads, this has to be a favourite.
On Friday, January 5, 2018, Cassette (1087) wrote:

this is clever and relatable.
On Tuesday, January 6, 2015, Nimue44 (289) wrote:

I used to travel with just the good memories in my suitcase, but the bad ones act as a stowaway.
A former member wrote: Such a clever reflection. People give is happiness occasionally, but the disappointment and loss that can follow is usually what I want to forget... This was a very interesting piece with a title that suited it exactly :) Good work!
On Wednesday, August 29, 2012, lupus tenebrae (860) wrote:

Almost sounds like selective memory, or to a grater extent, nostalgia. How we only remember the things that we really want to, and blot out everything else, creating a sort of idyllic and hazy flashback. You've impressed many here, it seems, and I am one of them.
On Wednesday, August 29, 2012, FadedBlues (2096) wrote:

...the 'good-time' memories are the ones we prefer to travel with, but the painful ones always come along for the ride...
A former member wrote: Love this unusual subject matter, and how it leaves so much room for alternate interpretation. Nice work. Welcome to Dark Poetry!
A former member wrote: reminds me of how we fall for a front instead of a person... that mask we all wear in one way or another that we first show to start a relationship. Its not really us, its not really them that we fall in love with, not at first. great write...