Tag: unloved
member name: Okang Ashiwel O.
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January 04, 2007 12:38 PM EST --
do these troubled eyes
glaze over because you've
grinned that plastic grin at me
one time less than seventy times seven.
or maybe i should just tag right along
in your festival of clowns . . . more
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March 17, 2007 01:05 PM EDT --
I.
me.
a brook.
six hours and
a setting sun.
you didn't come.
II.
i hear voices,
i see air faces.
whether they are real
or a figment of my imagination,
i know not.
but when i look down . . . more
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March 23, 2007 12:56 PM EDT --
I.
me.
a brook.
six hours and
a setting sun.
you didn't come.
II.
i hear voices,
i see air faces.
whether they are real
or a figment of my imagination,
i know not.
but when i look down . . . more
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January 25, 2007 07:27 AM EST --
i know how it feels
to be the other guy.
second place, that is.
i can live with that.
yes, i can handle that.
what i cant take is
knowing the guy ahead
of me.
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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