Month: December 2005
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Quickly walking away across the street, while hoping get to the bus in time, I am wishing I was back home where sleeping would dream. Working fast, I am eating a disgusting bag of chips, while pondering my route as time is running out and I need to go and do. Planning by wandering and
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Reflections
Looking into the mirror, Was struck with terror, There, a reflection of an aged, His life, dull and faded, For a moment, was horrified, Couldn’t move, was stupefied, Is the mirror deceptive? Or mind is being imaginative? The reflection had dark circles, Was nothing but wrinkles, Hairs in a mess, Wore a torn dress, Unshaven
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Long Walk As A Woman
Walking alone at night she stand, strides with the confidence of dear. Walking alone at night. Dark lit street Steady thought out steps. Alone Alone with all the awareness that fear drives. There is always the ominous sound of following foot steps. The instinct to run, at a moments Notice The Shadow of violence that
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Prose and Short Story
the fragmented self. the splintered self. the self as a shard of glass. i broke a mirror once. i shattered my image, watched as my hand shattered my image before me. i broke ‘me’ into tiny shards. these shards are like the facets of the self. the mirror is made of shards of glass that
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Fragrances of Life
Gardens and roof tops, Markets and flower shops, Flowers are just like us, Human nature they possess, A child comes into existence, So does a bud develop, Both comprise delicate features, Form significant part in universe, One has delicate fingers, Other has unique petals, As a child transforms into youth, The bud too witnesses a
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(We Hope)
indeed, it has been said that all good things come to an end; the only question, ’tis true my friend, is time. even our world ends at some point, whether we die today, you or me, or whether we live to see the big crunch end us all, it ends. and there are those who
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Observations – A 2004 Report on the Progress of the New Year’s Revolution
8:00 PM family dinner. mouths are chewing the fruits of civilisation. ingesting caked chronology. eating evolution. anthropology never tasted so good. 9:00 PM human bodies dance in the designated living room to remind themselves briefly that they are living, as the room implies. family members forget that they are unhappy with wine and dance mix
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Time is an Elastic Band
Time is an elastic band, The movement before it breaks it snaps, And leaves you stinging and, Not realizing it was there until it’s gone
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Little Boxes
little boxes on the hillside all the kids go to university and they all come out just the same
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7:29am
on the morning my flesh house burned the air was brisk and cool the ground was alive and wriggling and on the cracked asphalt beside the bus stop the wind rippled the standing water in the dirty yellow shell of a plastic bottle cup