Tag: creative
member name: Okang Ashiwel O.
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June 05, 2008 07:49 AM EDT --
we talked for a while,
the conversation going
nowhere for a while,
just the soft words
that materialize when
two people trade words.
i don't know what you
watched for, searched for . . . more
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June 17, 2008 03:45 AM EDT --
i waited with outstretched
arms from accross the street,
payiently counting the last
seconds before you'd fall
into the arms that had
waited all these years for you.
i closed my . . . more
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January 25, 2007 07:56 AM EST --
everyday
you just pine away
in grief unspoken, unshown
unrevealed, in blind stoicism.
i can see the tears of your silence.
your sadness generates more sadness
and your painting hangs on the empty . . . more
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February 03, 2007 01:28 PM EST --
last night
i . . . more
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June 05, 2008 08:08 AM EDT --
I dreamt the world
Into existence, last night
And you were there with me,
Two people lost in
Thoughts we couldn't write.
That's what we were.
And you could have covered me
With your . . . more
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June 16, 2008 01:50 AM EDT --
i keep wishing
i could write words
made of feathers.
i'd make those feathers
into wings for you
and you'd fly to
the city of shadows
where you always wanted
to go.
i wish i . . . more
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January 25, 2007 08:26 AM EST --
i know.
all the noise
just kills your tears
and you can talk now
and smile a little now
and feel comforted, now
that it is daytime and
the pain is just a dull
numbing at the back
of the mind, . . . more
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February 01, 2007 11:08 AM EST --
PART I
a parcel came in the mail
first page:
these were my dreams
when i had a life.
pages spilled memories,
colour and emotions.
smiles.
PART II
a large scrawl,
familiar handwriting.
one sentence. . . . more
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January 02, 2007 12:18 PM EST --
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
Recently I got to thinking, pondering on the title of Mrs. Angelou's book, ' I know why the caged bird sings'. I don’t know about you but . . . more
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February 01, 2007 10:17 AM EST --
he came home bleeding
from a cut above his left eye,
dirt stains on the starched whites,
shredded, buttons gone.
seven years in a first fight
and he lost.
tryna figure out what hurt the most.
losing or . . . more
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June 16, 2008 06:39 AM EDT --
it was valentine
but no one came
calling.
i know because i
watched from my
window same as you.
so i sent you a
black rose,
a black, metal rose.
you didn't understand
so you . . . more
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