Tag: wild thoughts
member name: Okang Ashiwel O.
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January 02, 2007 01:03 PM EST --
i thought i was smiling
but i couldn't feel it
so i went into the
bathroom to check.
i found a stranger in the mirror.
i thought i was laughing
but i couldn't feel my own laugh
so i went into . . .
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January 03, 2007 08:47 AM EST --
the mirage i see is real
always before me,
within my grasp
but just out of reach.
you keep running from the obvious
wanting what impression has pressed
upon the memory created by association, . . .
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January 10, 2007 05:43 AM EST --
nights of light and restraint
became wild and free.
a product of the hunger for meaning,
a creation of the attraction
to flashes of light at night.
but it wasnt the same no more.
a child . . .
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April 05, 2007 04:37 PM EDT --
time flies
and night draws near.
pillows become sodden
and hearts become heavy.
oh, the things we do for love.
thoughts fly
to faraway places, loved ones.
memories come pouring forth
like the . . .
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February 07, 2007 01:20 PM EST --
voices fill up the
empty spaces inside,
echoing through me
in their relentless
pursuit of each other.
but i cant be crazy,
because i'll find no
solace in the single
tear that drops, along
to the beat . . .
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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 . . .
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February 01, 2007 10:30 AM EST --
i wore a face
that wasn't mine,
behind this mask of perfection.
but it only takes one truth
to reveal a million truths.
it was my best face
but it was a borrowed face.
you lent me your face
but i . . .
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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 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 . . .
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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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March 02, 2007 03:28 PM EST --
we've created memories
out of fantasy
and elevated emptiness to
take the place of mater.
turn the pages of the
book of strange dreams
and tell me what my
nightmare means.
life is haunted . . .
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February 07, 2007 01:18 PM EST --
i'm always within range
of these wild shots,
the broken arrows you shoot
words intended to make my
liquid crystals splash.
was i an intended victim
of your emotional imperialism?
a guinea pig in your . . .
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February 10, 2007 10:48 AM EST --
a mass of humanity,
an exodus of vehicles,
the eyes took it all in.
he crawled along,
looking for a place to
taste home.
just one taste.
he turned into a wrong alley
and a gun took his collectables. . . .
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March 27, 2007 04:54 PM EDT --
i stand on the
threshold of a sacrifice
battling my demons,
praying for peace for
the multitude and me.
can you hear our prayers?
i see their shrunken sacrifices,
just like mine,
all of us victims . . .
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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 . . .
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June 17, 2008 04:03 AM EDT --
it was a bleak, stark land
with two hundred flies
and no buzzards.
skeletons of dying spirits
provided bones for our
makeshift shelter.
i saw the skeleton of
the love we once had,
dying . . .
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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 . . .
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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.
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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 . . .
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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 . . .
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