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poem
soft wet curls clinging
breath on skin
affairs buried
beneath centuries
in darkness
like statues
like dusty cats
eye sockets empty
they watch coldly
in the storage rooms
of old museums
their ghosts dance
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poem
i wait to leave you ( Read more... ) -
poem
you didn't
so i broke my own heart
opened up so much room
i became brazen and free
and filled the fresh space
with small cravings
like sweet wine
i satisfied them all
until i spun over
like a swollen tic
i feigned death
bu cold air caught my breath
and betrayed my charade -
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*opens journal; bats fly out*
yeah. so. i figured i'd post a lil bit..
i am incredibly out of touch with this world. i mean my cozy internet world. for it seems i am experiencing an overload of RL right now.
i'm not so good at internal monologue anymore. however, am marginally better at conversation and dancing. also better at looking. oh well ( Read more... ) -
how i feel?
living fingers spreading
other ticking, counting, working machinery
the mind
choked by the wild ghost
thrashing -
thoughts
people's experience of reality is basically the same. but though there is one reality, there are billions of experiences of reality, since billions of constantly changing people are experiencing the constantly changing reality. everybody goes through the same things - hunger, pain, sadness, pleasure, satisfaction, tiredness, delight, sleep, dreams ( Read more... ) -
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i wonder what it's like to be a constant fugitive, belonging to no place, no people, and no family ( Read more... ) -
hmm
i'm tired of always having to worry about keeping myself in line. and now that in this non white-girl-friendly place there are lots of other people to constantly be on guard about, it gets tiring. what the hell. when did it get like this? it's like i'm policing around some mentally unstable criminally inclined freak. the relationship i have with ( Read more... ) -
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it's bizarre to celebrate christmas in tropical weather. street vendors dressed in small shorts and wife-beaters run from car to car trying to sell you furry santa claus hats. there's a bizarre santa claus doll atop a horse, which i think used to be something else before it was dressed up as santa claus, along one street. indian catholics put the ( Read more... ) -
love letter to mumbai
sweet mumbai ( Read more... )