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On blogging 2008-08-17 00:30:00 You might have noticed I rarely step out of my creative writing shoes and post in any other way. It comes from trying to be consistent with one style, or be true to this blog. But then again you might have noticed I was gone for quite some time, and that definitely overwrites “being true to this blog” argument. So I wanted to put the style on pause, long enough to apologize to those of you who
These months 2008-08-16 14:01:00 I open the windows
It’s getting cold in here
Everything’s drying up
And the windows stay open
I used the word I know nothing of
I wanted to save, but I gave
I gave it away
And now
These months
These months are so still
These months
These months are so still
What’s in my head now
Needn’t be seen
Remember I called you
To see how you were
You hadn’t changed
Remember I ran into you in
Hide and seek 2008-04-15 03:55:00 I make the last weak attempt to get a flame out of these wet matches before my shaking hand lets go, the tiny carton getting a stronger grip of two thin pieces of wood in a cold puddle. My attempts to pick up the pace meet resistance of the sharp needles of water cutting into my cheeks and equally painfully protruding my mind.
I am sick of this crying-in-the-rain shit. I am sick of this
6 a.m. 2008-04-09 11:05:00 I long for other you
Unable to release
This grip
Of fingers turning blue
I act at ease
Then hide to weep
Under my skin
From hand of fate
Its painful scratch
For I have seen
Your falling state
Please stay and catch
Day's quiet cue
Please try to be
For sunrise longer
The other you
Hold on to me
Till I grow stronger
And leave behind
This place
Its dust
My lover’s mind
His fading grace
His lust
Landless 2008-02-23 22:11:00 I cough out the eluded spheres
Crystal balls of the dark remain
I’m surrounded by painless spears
Not a feeling in flesh, no pain
Running low under thickest shadows
Tribes enclose me in trance of motion
I race back through the naked meadows
Leave the firm for the vast of ocean
Rushed attempts to gulp in liberation
Suck me in with the vessel’s rubble
Cleansing dark under light temptation
Lim
Confessions 2008-02-02 17:12:00 Cold, cold water
Surrounds me
...
Lord, are you here now
Lord, are you here now
Or am I lost?
* * *
Time passes and you forget what you felt and how you felt it. Your mind blurs the edges of kind thoughts, takes the warmth out of feelings and mutes the innocence. It replaces them with cold sarcasm and piercing looks that say, "I don’t care." They are lies reflected in the sparkling
A wolf 2008-01-02 15:30:00 I hold a wolf by the ears. Nor do I know by what means I can get rid of him, nor how I am to keep him. ~Terence
I wanted this wolf so bad but there was one thing I wanted more. I needed to stay free. I could not submit.
I wanted to be around and learn from him. I wanted to know him but even more so, I wanted to know myself. He sparked the little whys and hows that set my mind on fire. Why
Light and Dark 2007-12-30 20:20:00 I used to scan through your hints like one scans through a book with pretty pictures, without diving in first ... I did not understand. It sank in all of a sudden as I was staring blankly at the clouds beneath, flying back from the place in between the mountains where you were born and lived for one day. I had just closed the last page of Mandela’s biography, which took boredom out of the foreve
No title 2007-12-17 02:48:00 Stop chasing your shadow through dreams that are mine
The other you’s pondering crossing the line
Through nothingness rolling uphill in my sleep
The tracks you are leaving are twenty feet deep
I shiver, I stumble, I’m not in that dream
I run to the places that get what I mean
I crash into people that play it just right
I back out, I burn out, I’m dying tonight.
A little lost 2007-12-11 22:36:00 "To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little
luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dar
Not in love 2007-12-10 16:40:00 “Most affections are habits or duties we lack the courage to end.”
~ Henry Millon De Montherlant
I stopped a breath short of loving him in a room where love was no longer present. Only a hint of it has remained, not in his look but in the little heart drawn on my window, long time ago, with someone else’s finger. His attempt of a touch was cold, it was late, it wasn’t sincere. I shivered.
Second chances? 2007-10-19 14:25:00 She wants to be like
the water...
I can’t speak. I close my eyes and I glide on a smooth surface. Downstream. I can’t think. I am just lying there, letting the current pull me wherever it chooses. I can’t write. My words are sinking. I can’t fight. It’s as if my hands and my feet are tied with some invisible water bonds, which I can’t resist. I have no will to swim against the tide. I Read more:chances
, Second
Grey’s the Color of… 2007-10-12 16:07:00 Under frowns of clouds
Through the whisper of leaves
I reach out for your mouth
I’m not finding your lips
Knitted sweaters, wet air
Your stretched arms in the rain
You try touching my hair
I fall back through my pain
Words are lost in this weather
Puddles eat your reflection
I feel wind in your blazer
Seeking summer’s affection
Warm time’s over, I hear
Trees are wearing gold
When precise Read more:Color
Love Implied 2007-10-04 16:14:00 “Do you know what happens when you hurt people? When you hurt people, they begin to love you less. That's what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.”
– Ammu in Arundhati Roy’s "The God of Small Things"
It was so easy to forget and forgive this weekend. It was so easy to ask and be forgiven. I don’t think there is a reason in the world to close your hear
You look, I die 2007-09-19 23:17:00 I can write a pile of sentences, reread them and don’t find myself. They are often not good enough. They lack the strength to dig deep, take it out and spill it on paper. Bleeding heart calls for writing in blood and all I see is black ink on a dull white paper. Nonsense. Friday was good and I even believed I was getting better. And then came Saturday. You looked. I died. Again.
I want to tak
The God of Loss 2007-09-07 23:58:00 “He tried to hate her.
She’s one of them, he told himself. Just another one of them.
He couldn’t.
She had deep dimples when she smiled. Her eyes were always somewhere else.
“That afternoon, Ammu traveled upwards through a dream in which a cheerful man with one arm held her close by the light of an oil lamp. He had no other arm with which to fight the shadows that flickered around him
Before Sunrise 2007-08-31 15:00:00 I believe if there's any kind of God it wouldn't be in any of us, not you or me but just this little space in between. If there's any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone sharing something. I know, it's almost impossible to succeed but who cares really? The answer must be in the attempt.
- Celine in Before Sunrise
I was standing outside last night,
Dreaming with a broken heart 2007-08-23 15:51:00 When you're dreaming with a broken heart,
The waking up is the hardest part,
You roll outta bed and down on your knees
And for the moment you can hardly breathe...
- John Mayer
I roll out and I wonder... were you really here?
You were, just the night before, and after two long weeks of excruciating pain that burned my body and engulfed my thoughts every minute of every day, for a moment there Read more:Dreaming
Don't look back 2007-08-17 10:46:00 I slowly peel the label off a beer bottle. Alone in the dark, my beer bottle and I, and added to our company are now the hair-thin pieces of paper. I asked you that last night, when you were still around, not to do so. Why did it matter? I don’t know why.
I walk around the patio philosophically holding my cigarette, just like you did, pretending to be a smoker. I take off my shoes and walk
Another thanks goes to... 2007-08-16 17:00:00 Stock.XCHNG
The majority of the pictures I use here are from this free stock photo site. It's such a great resource and I am tremendously thankful to the Web site and to all the photographers who shared their art.
A butterfly and a coffee house are the only photos I took for this blog. I promise to switch to my own pictures one day as photography is one of my passions. But for as long as I
Broken 2007-08-16 00:28:00 Sometimes words hide from me when I need them the most. Sometimes I wish I could speak in tears, in looks, in songs… in silence. If you ever listened to my silence, I mean really listened, you’d hear the beat of the loneliest heart in the world. You knew I was vulnerable but you chose to hurt me nevertheless. I get up and I fall again. I lean on walls. The world is spinning. I hear your voice, Read more:Broken
When it rains... 2007-08-09 08:59:00 The clouds dragged themselves with a certain difficulty this morning, as if trying to make it home after a night of partying. They struggled to keep their tails above the treetops, slowly pulled west by the wind.
It’s being storming all night and the morning didn’t look like morning at all, I told you as we drove through the wet sleepy city. Distant thunder broke the silence between us, Read more:rains
To my best friend, my dream, my inspiration 2007-08-02 15:34:00 We should have never said a word. We spent most of the evening in comforting silence, emerged in our work, feeling a quiet bliss in the air radiating from your art and mine. Your heart and mine.
You swore at me for judging you. You said you love me a minute later and that hurt too, because I felt I didn’t deserve your love.
We won’t remember it as that one night on a curb under a cloudy moo Read more:best friend
, friend
Clarity 2008-09-07 19:10:36 Friday night’s conversation felt like a bunch of needles in a chair. It caused major discomfort in certain places. “No. I like talking about this,” I kept stubbornly saying each time when offered to change the subject. I think questions that are easy to answer are strings of wasted words. It’s that timely uncomfortable query that can make a difference between safe inaction and daring to ta Read more:Clarity
Exodus 2008-09-07 12:52:41 .....................................Two months pass by and it's getting coldI know I'm not lost I'm just aloneBut I won't cry, I won't give up, I can't go back nowWaking up is knowing who you really areHere in the shadowsI'm safe, I'm freeI've nowhere else to goBut I cannot stay where I don't belong.....................................~ Amy Read more:Exodus
In a city of strangers 2008-09-02 14:36:47 Met new friends this weekend. Watched the rain. Explored several new coffee shops, one of which turned out to be a really creepy place. Got lost numerous times although the planning of this town is really simple. Was scared by too much rain on the freeway and must have slowed down the rest of the traffic. Experienced local nightlife and had some stereotypes shattered. Walked in the rain and took l
Yesterday's rain (watering down memories) 2008-09-01 23:24:17 Pain makes man think. Thought makes man wise. Wisdom makes life endurable. ~ John PatrickYou've got to make a conscious choice every day to shed the old - whatever 'the old' means for you. ~ Sarah Ban BreathnachThe scent of bathing grass and dust disturbed by water hits my nostrils. I open the window wider and inhale deeper, savoring the relief brought by rain. I close my eyes and a subtle tune Read more:memories
, Yesterday
Triumph of the Heart 2008-08-28 21:48:26 There were swamps, slums, gottas, brunks, love songs,Hidden pleasure, ignored passion, secret worship,Quiet movement and undisclosed self loving,Now I know God has brought me here for somethingI take a quick glance around the arena as a grumpy bookie elbows me into decision making. The Heart
is more likable, but I read weakness in its gentle gestures and innocent smiles. The Mind’s sturdy image
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