A Broken Mirror
It cannot be erased.
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.
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.
Death In A Business Suit P1
Doug ducked to avoid another pencil eraser "knock it off" shouted sally "stop embarrassing the cute new people every time you bring them here!"
This isn't working.
If you say no they will be taken back home, there minds erased, and they won't know of these events. there parents have allreaddy been taken care of, there minds erased and so to them, their children never existed.
Purple Pop
"that's right~ it feels so good to just give in~ erasing all that old self, letting go of everything~" the pony's mind would grow lighter and lighter as his eyes closed, fleeting thoughts and random memories flickering before fading gentirely;
Forward Through the Shot and Shell
.\* lacyus levitated a eraser behind hannah and sent it flying at her. "hannah! look out" hannah whirled around and caught the eraser inches from her face between her pointer and middle finger. \*holy.
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.