May 2013
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Dear Pain,
Now that you’ve become my best friend. Please, be gentle also. I have to accept your existence because denying you isn’t going to make you disappear. So let me adorn you with my quest and hopefully you’ll teach me to be me with a dis-fracted view and push me forth onto this journey.
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Slow down, dear. Just a little.
Let’s slow down. Just a little, dear. Life rushes by but that doesn’t mean that you have to pull me along with its insane drift. Just little bit. I want to be able to remember all the rampant shades of your pupils and every little crinkle your eyes form. All the half-smiles that you throw at me when you think I’m not looking. Slow down so that I can remember and keep all those...
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nonsensical train of thoughts make sense in their insensible reign coz they rule this region with a rigid command, for in complex stupor you can somehow equate all this for all that and end up back in the real world unfathomably scratched
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When will the charm shatter to reveal the real reality behind the veil, this revel of almost drug induced light-headness shadows on the verge of surreality and hints of the possibilities that rampant at the shattering. what if’s wander carelessly but smiles push them away at the mere glimmer followed by hey hey it’s whispery lights that cut through meshed veins and the...
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April 2013
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What if life had a Ctrl+z option?
If life had a Ctrl+z option would you make the use of it? What would happen?
Life wouldn’t make much sense because things would be constantly changing. One day it would appear to be some way and then suddenly you have no idea what happened. Would the Ctrl+z affect only your actions and not others? Would it relay over to everyone? What if you only had a limited amount? When would you use...
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He: When will I see you again?
She: When would you like to see me?
He: Always!
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“Be still, be still dear heart
ease the burning tempest
to lull the smiles to...”
“Dear heart,
don’t fly away yet. I still need to feel you alive.”
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March 2013
15 posts
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“Writing is my tranquilizer
Poems are my weapons
Words are my shields
and...”
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“She wears three rings. One for the love she desires to find and whole-heartedly...”
Y: what do you want from me?
M: just a conversation.
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Some nights my room becomes a crazy artist’s studio, from unfinished paintings on the wall to half-written poetry on the screen, to books in the process of binding, and the floor covered with plans and blueprints of new paintings in the birthing phase. Then I realize…
that’s my room pretty much every night.
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“tick tick tickin’ away
watching time squeeze the drops
of my life away”
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Lately, I’ve been chancing upon money forgotten in pockets of various jackets and sweaters.
It’s perchance and it’s interesting because they become pockets of inspiration and I’m left wondering why of all reasons pockets are so fascinating. It’s a place of secrecy, of discovery, of memory and reminders. Where did I go that i put a dollar bill in there? or what the...
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“I’ve finally found most of my broken pieces
and i’m putting them...”
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buried demon claws its way into warm smiles the more i fight him the more he tramples my mind and maddens my day lights do i let it drown me in his hold and let it be, coz then i won’t feel nothing
how could a simple smile turn into cataclysm for madness to out pour and now only mind-numbing remains to unceasingly fight against the reality
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Things in my head
Bring the sun into my life and magnify its warmth and radiance coz my thoughts are to shadowy and too cold.
There’s ice in my heart and no smiles in my life
This shadowy place grows dark and it’s getting darker
such a cold expanse and no string of warmth even warm smiles land as cold touches and slaps in the face because my reality seems made up.
That each affliction in...
February 2013
6 posts
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“how easy to turn murky
that which was once shiny
tarnish it, bury it
and...”
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“measly things that take away
from joyous pleasures,
why? must something so...”
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He is amnesia
He is amnesia sundanced dust to burst away measly scratchings of the day tiny pinpricks to snuff the unease, arguments and pointless unceasing worry
drugged up splendour that is more helpful than harmful, strawberry sweetness, blackberry tart-ness to induce tingle-d smiles because the pointless logics cannot defy his effect
a softened sharpening, an awareness becoming on forceps of...
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Conversation in Alliteration on Twitter
A: Airy airs aired at attributed ailing aches.
Z: Bad beats beaming with bits of beasts.
A: Cleverly crafted closures choicely chosen, called clearly upon clarifiers.
Z: Diverse deeds destroy devilish demons determined to dispel desire for deen.
A: Effulgent efforts ease expanding eeriness.
Z: Faithful fathom forms the finest fixtures of felicity
A: Golden gears gearing to growl!
Z: Humbly healing the holes of a headless heart thru heaps of happiness
A: Iridescent inklings irradiating iambically issuing icy idealism
Z: Jailing of jubilance just ain't justice
A: Knotted kneely keeping kingly keys for knee-pieces and knockout kisses.
Z: Loving lavish and leaving lust to lead loving the Most-Lovable!
A: Maned manly men may move-over meatiest mountains
Z: Nonsense never needed nurture, it's narrow nest nullified normal.
A: Ordinary ornate oranges ogle oozing opiate
Z: Perplexed pains penetrate prideful pomp
A: Quiet quips for queenly quadratic quadriceps
Z: Reversing ration realizing real remains reserved in reasonless risk.
A: Senseless seasons so serenely serenade selfishly sneaky smiles.
Z: Timely tears transform tasteless tempers to towering taqwa!
A: Ubiquitous undertakings understand uprisings of unseens
Z: Virtuous vision vilified via vehemently vexing vale.
A: Wavering wills water weeping whispers, whilst waking wildly woozy.
Z: Xing Xenopuses...
A: Your yearning yearns years off yelping?
Z: Zwitterionic zombies zooming in zin. Mission complete.
January 2013
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“We wrote of yesterdays
dreamed of days to come
and
forgot about todays.”
