Tag: musing
member name: Okang Ashiwel O.
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February 05, 2007 10:26 AM EST --
brand new
always has
the scent
of distrust.
i'd rather
have me my
old pair of
trusted and
worn shoes
than suffer
blisters in
new shoes
i hardly even
know.
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January 17, 2007 04:24 AM EST --
life was a river
good fish, bad fish.
i swam with purpose,
sometimes riding the
poor man’s horse,
sometimes hitting reality hard.
they say you learn
from your mistakes.
so i rewound time,
from my . . .
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January 23, 2007 04:38 AM EST --
the world lost it's mind
and we had us a picnic of tears.
you and i, alone,
crouching in a corner, dark
sipping cocktails made with tears.
i cracked up and you broke
into a thousand pieces of . . .
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February 03, 2007 01:28 PM EST --
last night i hurt myself to find out if i coud still feel.
a red stream splashed to the ground and i wrote your name, beloved. i wrote it in red.
last night i sang a slow song there was only one word . . .
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February 06, 2007 12:12 PM EST --
all my life,
i've written
words on the
pages of my
heart, on the
barks of pines,
on walls and
on beach sands.
words for you,
practice, you
might say.
all my life,
i've waited
for the chance
to . . .
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October 20, 2009 08:10 AM EDT --
i see colors, monochrome colors when you call my name.
three hours, and you looked at me, and didn't say a word, but silence is not empty.
silence speaks in colors.
so we spoke . . .
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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. . . .
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November 01, 2009 03:25 PM EST --
murderer.
i called you murderer
as you killed all the
songs of my childhood,
everything i had.
but you didn't mind.
and each time you
killed another one,
a lily died. . . .
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November 01, 2009 03:20 PM EST --
murderer.
i called you murderer
as you killed all the
songs of my childhood,
everything i had.
but you didn't mind.
and each time you
killed another one,
a lily died. . . .
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