February 2011
8 posts
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Fire.
She asked me, what form does the soul take? Is it an orb, a globe of city lights? Does it smoke, fume with passion and grace? Does it mirror our selves, is it our ghosts within? Or is it a fire, hungry and vicious and bold in nature as in visage?
Gee, I don’t know, I said. If my soul is an orb, then the Lord must take him so. If he smokes and he fumes, then I’m grateful for the lovers...
January 2011
15 posts
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Agnes' Song
How is it over there? How lonely is it? Is it still glowing red at sunset? Are the birds still singing on the way to the forest? Can you receive the letter I dared not send? Can I convey the confession I dared not make? Will time pass and roses fade? Now it’s time to say goodbye. Like the wind that lingers and then goes, Just like shadows, To promises that never came, To the love sealed...
Watch
I’ve made a lot of mistakes. I’ve made a lot of mistakes. I’ve made a lot of mistakes. I’ve made a lot of mistakes. I’ve made a lot of mistakes. I’ve made a lot of mistakes. I’ve made a lot of mistakes. I’ve made a lot of mistakes. I’ve made a lot of mistakes. I’ve made a lot of mistakes. I’ve made a lot of mistakes. I’ve made...
Send me a moment away; I don't want to beg you to...
"As if it is love that is indestructible and that...
[^ This is a sentence that I liked from my paper for English. It was a short paper (I wrote the bare minimum of about four pages, double-spaced) on Cormac McCarthy’s The Road and T.S. Eliot’s The Hollow Men. I liked a few more lines too because I feel like I wrote some of the most “lyrical” sentences I could for an analytical paper. It was also a tiny bit corny, I guess - a...
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I made it all up.
I saw a smile today. I said, “But this makes it feel more homely.” And made a couple of people grin. I don’t want to spend time explaining the context; the point is that in this particular situation what I said was mildly humorous.
Maybe I’ve never made someone’s day with a joke or whatever (though it’s possible). But if they smiled, at least I made them that...
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I watch it all
all fall through my hands like
like sand I have
have nothing to hold
hold onto.
I’m just waiting for the gone.
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Lord bless 'em,
the memories I can’t recall
or never had.
Let’s shed a tear for ‘em,
for they were great, great dreams.
And as I lay to rest what never was
I’ll sing
Lest I’m carried away
to gamble anew
on a fresh sun
and coloured sky.
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Pause,
I’d like a
such a beautiful day
to spill prayers
on splintered wood
Life sets itself up to be tipped over,
I think I’ll take advantage of that.
“I had only to wish… that they greet me with cries of hate.”
The Stranger by Albert Camus
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I am a villain.
And I want something.
I don’t steal, and I don’t kill.
I’m pouring poison down the well.
It’s nothing to me, someone always dies.
Sometimes, it’s me.
Sometimes, I die.