April 2011
13 posts
1 tag
March 2011
3 posts
“we blink our eyes for a second and it’s already a year ahead, though the...”
– the vicinity of my brain…typed out for my sweetheart.
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regretful lover
i’m sorry
i was never the reflection of your dreams
i make mistakes like falling streams
break promises not recollecting what they mean
break your heart like some mad man running loose
i was never your perfect escape
just hand me that loosened noose
were you expecting lilies in the valley
frolicking meadows
walking, embracing being in each others arms
i’m sorry
that now...
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untitled feelings
gut wrenching pain
which cries out in excruciating moans that utter
unfathomable sentences
that conjure not equivalent meanings
when misguided affections prevail
chasing after the wind trotting ship
there it goes…there it sails
goodbye
It’s always good when nowhere is near
a burning flame it disappears
and the memory of the past reappears
leaving nothing a ground to...
February 2011
3 posts
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speaking silence
i know that by seeing the sun
it’s not going to come
probably sooner than i’d imagine
too soon to tell after the rain has fallen
i wish your silence was awakened
to speak of the depths residing
i wished for more than walls that darken
the beam of light cascading
but all i see is hollow warmth of happiness
all i feel is pain riddled with a smile
maybe you hide more than you...
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what speaks of the end
the noon day sun is glaring
and i with my sights held high
is left with my vision blinding
though light has shown
it is the night that shines
what eats away on perspective
is hope that is left all shattered
what eats away this mortal wound
is love eaten up by hatred
words fail to explain the welling
or logic far off the distant shore
if feeling were left this heart from...
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January 2011
21 posts
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Fractured, Poor and Hilusinating Hope
fractured fragments patched up pavements cynical smile and a dab of entailment lose the excitement after constant feel of confinement did i provoke that thought or made you feel it was all a woeful type of experience? moth infested pockets fake dollar bills and an empty wallet dashed dreams had annihilated any type of hope from coming to fulfillment wallowing then in the ashes basking...
4 tags
telling tales trapped inside
we probably smiled for days yet masking sweet arrows of hate tried to say a meaningful word of comfort yet full of regret and wallowing hurt it will probably be ok tomorrow as we pull up the sheets maybe it would be easier to lessen the sorrow maybe we’d forget as the day we’ll greet and when the sun has shown to spell the break of dawn and heads get lifted slouching in the...
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love
the background that makes the scene
is without the usual hype
of beautiful people parading
or perfect setting of romantic cascading
a tune sung out without proper rehersal
or a band tuning out their instruments for a musical
just a ragged voice singing a tune
strumming and humming awaken the bloom
when two put together does not promise eternal
when vows of devotion gets broken an...
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intentional
sitting down and worrying
thinking about the glory past
moping about the loosing self
going about all past defeats
is clearly not intentional about moving forward
looking at the time pass by
hoping for a better life
dreaming of a balanced future
while doing nothing reclined and couched
is clearly not intentional about moving forward
reminiscing about the former praise
jotting down...
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painter
my canvas is painted
with every color imaginable
brushed with strokes of passionate sweeps
kept safe in an abysmal stream
distant voices they too paint portraits
some rough sketches
some worthless traces
but they color their image with well painted faces
…
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Distant Calling..."if only"
It’s funny or is it more a parody that I found your profile flashing on my computer screen. Memories seem to gush out and do they ever. That distant space in time when in my head I was toying with the reality that another space in my heart will be open to another again after some needless sorrow. Well it was for a while and then it was gone.
But I think I screwed it up somehow by being...
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wordle-ized →
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For the love of being safe
We hate the constant messy development of ideas
those that have no apparent leanings that form enough logic
We throw away mystery and all the amazing unseen
We draw before us safe nets, well thats just tragic
For what is better compared to shelved compounded systems
that work their way to a coherent core
like drawing, just follow where the dots lead
happy that everything is safely...
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Tearing up inside
We worry too much to even start living, eating away existence on a mere recollection or hope laid on a tight rope. Stare into the abyss of broken dreams. Cherishing the the unseen. Craving for a gaping void to find ourselves rattled by what reality holds. Innocence is bliss but soon forgotten when our minds are cluttered with shattered images framed as portraits. A constant reminder of the blue...
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The Chasm of Dreams and The Present
I’ve always had this obsession. Of Being a free spirited person, running and chasing after the wind. Living fearlessly, having no need of trying and live life being a slave to money and the pursuit of fame. Living along the means of contentment and the knowing sense of self worth and dignity without the compulsion to attain anything. This is a probing that keeps itself locked up in the...
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when it's too late
I stand beside closed doors
Knocking for maybe a second chance
After all I’ve done
There may be no recollection
Of when the day feels like the setting sun
I’ve done what it takes to rub the mistakes
To erase the effects that stained your yesterdays
But I see them all coming short
Never gaining wings strong enough to fly away
In life, there are times when there are no sweet...
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Peering Inside me
I see peering inside me something from the depths,
I look at the deepening hollows where outside are spaces,
where trust was lost
truth evaporated.
I hear in the distance
the sound of the sea
the sound where embracing me
of solace and deepening peace
But where distance is calling
a chilling breeze distills
the rage inside me has not distilled
And in my stillness screams
for...
Goodbye Paradox
It’s something of a paradox sometimes when leaving home. There is a sense of being set free into the wild and there is that other sense of being saddened by the whole ordeal. Today is my last day being home before starting the journey again. I’m still studying. I’ll soon have to bury myself in books and writing. I don’t mind. I love to do those things. Some might call this...
