| fin. |
[Mar. 15th, 2010|01:58 am] |
at the end of the road,
i'll hail a cab and get on.
destination: away.
i'll peer out--
one last time before closing the door.
no bouquets, no cheers.
a quiet smile, we head on:
me and the uncaring driver. |
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| twenty ten |
[Jan. 1st, 2010|05:54 am] |
to erase.
to create.
to embrace. |
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| sorry. |
[Dec. 11th, 2009|03:06 am] |
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it hurts so much knowing that you've hurt others. |
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| a heart for heart. |
[Dec. 2nd, 2009|10:57 pm] |
At once a dream descended on her rest;
There came an eagle, feathered white as bone,
Who set his curving talons to her breast
And tore her heart out, giving her his own
Into her body, left her there alone
--And yet she suffered neither fear nor smart--
And flew away, leaving her heart for heart.
Geoffrey Chaucer, Troilus and Criseyde
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| life. |
[Dec. 1st, 2009|11:14 pm] |
Estragon: Well, shall we go?
Vladimir: Yes, let's go.
[They do not move.] |
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| A letter. |
[Nov. 29th, 2009|12:43 am] |
Dear Narcissus,
Would you fall in love with me if I were you?
Yours truly. |
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| tick tock. |
[Nov. 18th, 2009|03:19 am] |
22nd went by.
i thought i would hear from you. |
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| it's raining. |
[Sep. 22nd, 2009|06:56 pm] |
this year's raya felt as sombre as the black outfits we wore.
it did not rain then, but today it is. somehow the magic, the wonderment diminished.
maybe because we have aged, and we feel indifferent as every year we go through the same routine.
we don't plan, they just happen, second nature, year after year. almost natural.
during these moments of syawal.
moving on from the celebratory joy to the reminiscence.
the passing, they left. at the morning prayers, the list keeps getting longer.
the physical presence, slowly disappear. |
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| tired. |
[Sep. 12th, 2009|04:14 am] |
no, really.
bore your ignorance with someone else please. |
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