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Other
Poor reception down the phoneline
And I'm lost; you caught the drift
Of my oration,
Did not seek continuance, you
Perfer to speak
Or else to hear other
Than what I share.
Other than the written ramble
Or preamble, Known immoderately well,
It's fine, I understand the feeling, since
I hate it more than you.
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[21 Dec 2006|09:34pm] |
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i think this would all go more smoothly if we weren't so fucking desperate. I'm peddling myself, my so-called originality and persona, for what? Fettered approval and open-ended questions. how differently things could have gone. I'm insecure, because I'm ataring to see what they see. Tardiness and over eagerness. My pride baulks --over-eager? He holds me like he might break me. I'd prefer he try do so. I see him and I wonder who in this world kisses the hardest, screws the hardest? Desperation. I wonder if it really is all the lonely people.
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| An extract... much delayed... |
[21 Dec 2006|09:22pm] |
pages of journal, carelessly worded,
a romance, built only on falsities and unfair requital of devotion,
a belief, foolishly instated, that one posseses not that which would make you love them,
motivation, which had not been all that strong to begin with, towards design homework.
a fear unspoken, sullied and soothed by eostrogen delay.
resolution to keep from purging, to which end one has been doing to well to attain of late.
present happiness, due largely to an individual who is free to leave at any time// he did.
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[07 Mar 2006|09:17pm] |
I smile
It’s maniacal
I’d sooner go up
And show
Or slow you down
Into drowning light
I might tell
Or sell you
What I stole
Back into my rabbit hole
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[07 Mar 2006|08:56pm] |
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Your skirt,
Is frightful
Delightful little purple leopards
Were shot to tiny bits
Put to waste
Then pasted together
But you it sort of fits.
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| Ibrahim's Poem |
[06 Mar 2006|04:21pm] |
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I was safe
Stupid.
Mistook dominion for shelter
And embraced my cage.
I was suffocated,
Drowned.
In the best possible way.
My stupidity drank the stale air
Under his heart,
And Asphyxiated.
He was good
At lying,
Though bad at telling lies.
Too pretty to be cruel
Too unique to be arrogant
Stupid assumptions.
They cling to us like limpets of denial
I was naive.
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[01 Mar 2006|10:50pm] |
She's animate and debonair, but now our judgements lie
In mistaken ideals and tradgedies, All come about; Her eyes
She's drunk; the world's a better place
It dare not cut her form
She's numb, the boy raises her skirt
And appraises just how torn.
She is.
Her skin without is porcelin, her skin within is gold
And yet she uses sex and touch, to make the glitter hold
He saw her face, he'll be displaced
More victim to her guile
She knew he knew I loved him too
But hides it in her smile.
Their hearts break or exaggerate, that single kiss,
Or several now, your will to bow, You can't resist
She's yours, she's his, she's everyones
Her pretty words and laquored lips
The tiger eye with green trapped fly
Upstage art-fingertips.
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[01 Mar 2006|10:40pm] |
2nd December 2005
Heart strings, so many broken things
Begged fame or infamy
You search forthright the Northern Lights
For word of Tradgedy.
I know my heart has missing parts
It struggles to be free
And lights that passed? Just coloured glass.
But you chose them not me.
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[01 Mar 2006|10:32pm] |
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7th August 2005
Life or Something like it, hence,
The movies and sex and violence
I want what she has who
Wants what she has who
Lies and cries, Promotes abstinence
I object; My lover's my best friend
"A lucky Chance, no-one can render
"The same for all," Us forgotten lots
Who bitch and fight and love and die
With a certain style, or Ambiance
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[01 Mar 2006|10:17pm] |
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flirty |
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Origami swan; you ran away!
And though the dopey pigeons glide,
And though the languid pigeons hide,
Oragami swan; you came to play,
But lonely now, you fade away
The darkest clouds; You wonder why
The Slug-Birds left, Without Goodbye.
Perchance they thought you could not fly?
The bitterest of lessons, the swan, she did receive
What good are wings origami,
With no-one to believe?
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[01 Mar 2006|10:00pm] |
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He was as Iris, he once was Blue
He dealt in dreams and deep marines
There's nothing captivating now,
He's simply grey; he's become you.
She spoke of yellow, sweat and stars,
They simmered softly in her skin,
She once was sun, But sun escaped
Evasive Moonbeam, Colour Raped
So anchored now, as birds aren't free
A scarlett Buddha chastened me
A brilliant Aura, newborns Blood,
Just rise as Pheonix, Fail as mud.
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[22 Feb 2006|07:18pm] |
September First
The children lay like rock upon a bed of spray
As if the shrapnel could be ocean mist
And as if today was not today
A mother searches for her son
Thank GOD this body is not the one
This body is the girl who kissed him once-
And laughed to see him run
Higher and stronger than love or WAR
She found a trashed fragmented face
This is only RACE RACE RACE
And hate and hate and hate.
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[22 Feb 2006|07:13pm] |
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-Alice Tries To Share Wonderland-
Your kisses serve to cause distress
Of Rabbit White: Red Emporess
She scatters cards; you show your hand
The sight delights; it's Wonderland
"I pray, come boy! Join us for tea?"
A Stupored Doormouse chastened me
"This boy is wisdom" said wan Mouse
"And wisdom begots wise old louse"
A maze of doors and hooks and crows
And little feet are all in rows
And bloody doves begin to scream
You wake me, "It was all a dream"
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[05 Nov 2005|06:37pm] |
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My cat makes a curious dying noise whilst eating my smoked chicken. Odd, certainly, but not meriting serious investigation.
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[25 Oct 2005|10:02pm] |
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Are you happy, the way you are? Drinking every weekend; in excess; dangerously? You'll end up like your father you know.. You self esteem surrounds you and hangs over everything like dirty hair. You can't fight the tears, and smashed is such a good way to word it. Smashed to pieces.
When you binge, are you freed? I'm so tired of hearing of the words you said, the mistakes you made. You drink and fall or flirt or fade.. Crash into bed to sleep to find you haven't slept. Restless sleep. They call it comaing. How appropirate. One day you won't wake up.
If they care at all for you, they worry. Your dead eyes scare them. Your secrets are a burden, you prescence a nuisance. Wake up.
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