Tag: pain
member name: Okang Ashiwel O.
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January 25, 2007 07:18 AM EST --
i’m going to forget tonight
maybe shred your words,
over and over until there's
nothing left, or I might just
let the night blow them away
with my headache.
my steel defenses
crumbled . . . more
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June 17, 2008 03:48 AM EDT --
all his life,
he wanted to burn
but now he fades away,
slowly, like an echo.
the pain brings me to my knees.
i cry for him.
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February 21, 2007 11:33 AM EST --
the words refuse to come.
only tears.
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March 27, 2007 05:02 PM EDT --
i've never felt so lost
within the confines of certainty.
i've never had to scream in pain
in the places where i find pleasure.
i found the girl of my dreams and she's
the hydra of 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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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 . . . 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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February 10, 2007 11:03 AM EST --
love is for fools,
and you've been a fool twice,
staring out our window, nights,
and wafting sweet dreams to a soul
that lavishes in ignorance, bliss
of you.
pray harder.
your love loves another . . . more
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June 17, 2008 04:07 AM EDT --
friendship was when
i held your hand
and we walked by
dried up creeks
with dead spirits on the banks
and saw nothing but paradise,
i think.
love?
love was when you left
and the colours . . . 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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