January 2012
6 posts
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Stagnant
What’s left in the silence is too much to be told.
All that is left to do is to stare.
Everynight, i was soaked, under the same tinted moon.
Is the sky here really low?
Chasing Stars
you cared so much about how many stars you want to collect, you forget, all you need is a sun to keep you warm.
Options
The word “understand” is nothing but evidence of a lie. Nobody can ever comprehend anything, else they carry the same brain, heart and soul. And when people say they do. They never did.
December 2011
6 posts
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“Smoking a cigarette is like forgetting. When I hit rock bottom it’s all I...”
– Marie, Les amours imaginaires
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// tú
it gets harder and harder to speak to you, let alone, to feel what we felt last summer.
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November 2011
4 posts
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What thing
They told me. They knew something.
They see me. They seen nothing.
Seed
A stale metal was facing me, shining a light that blind my eyes from finding your silhouette. I could see you lying down slowly, holding a sigh accompanied with floating smokes and ashes. you were there at the window, watching the stars. I remembered two years back, we were in that same situation. I was in love with a man, pouring my lungs out in that very same corner while you were battling with...
mind slut.
I began to refuse myself from understanding people just because people get so predictable. Sometimes, I choose to stop deciphering things and silence my thoughts. When I’m with you, I just feel like escaping because I know — you were never there. The real problem is you never want to try enough, you never did, you gave up just at the thought of it, you were too uncertain of things to...
October 2011
3 posts
Infidelity
when i start questioning myself, it always ends with the same note. you just cant be faithful enough, you’re a depressant, that i helplessly drowned into. sigh.
the impossible
the first thing of the first day of the coming week, surrender your soul to me, i need to hold you, and you to hold on to me. give us,
courage.
September 2011
10 posts
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// certain
to be uncertain.
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// Misery is a Butterfly
Her made beautiful still ugly and nasty to you fled to follow echoes tracing actions of a decent mammoth waving shamelessly at a state beyond one eyes to see, a heart to fear such space it has lost indescribable, have that night ceased in your memories? and you, i remember you deny compromising as well as our boosted ego gently stays shattered, dismay him said it was painful once now you are...
// you build me up just to knock me down
but sometimes, i wonder, why, I even try when you gladly gave up in my sight.
sigh.
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// Innocent Eyes
did you see? how they watch us? on a large screen, we are playing, acting in our own roles. bad, bad chemistry.
// Rust ten cold
Why is this so hard? Help.
// Equally damaged
ice i was melting by day, surfacing dimwittedly parallel to the suburban watching weightlessly i knew the heat it was tossing and shivering my senses never did i felt this pleasant till i no longer fret about being wet comfortably i dwell in with no cautious but just daydreaming but how did the heat blinked to cold air? so mean and distance far and chilled startled with perplex...
August 2011
16 posts
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To kill a mockingbird
If I was you, I would pull her Held her and speak If I was you, I would be less me more filled forget freed
If I was you, I would run and kill for peace Unless I was you, I stay ignorant and try then believe
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“It’s crazy. If someone hurt her, I would kill that person. Absolutely....”
– J’ai tue ma mere, 2009
Month
just because you are living alone throughout your whole life, doesn’t mean that you leave behind those that attempts to go closer to you. perhaps, it’s time. goodbye.
// Who who
I learned that things that are once defined could be left suddenly undefined for a new reason, a new definition.
// Omma
your love to me are like razor blades to my soul. if only my soul is made out of water.
July 2011
12 posts
// Snowflakes and sun
what i am is not what you are. you hope, too much, sometimes, for what i am to be what you are. it difficult to be what i am when you are not.
“You’re just an appetite, and if you stopped being greedy you’d die. You take...”
– Luisa Contini Guido’s Wife, Nine (2009)
// A STATE OF THE UNKNOWN
memories should be killed, hence, emotions are left unguided, impression renews and feelings remained unconscious, unbiased. Then there would be no present, no past and future. No measurements of happiness or sadness. Absence of relations and content. Void purpose. Not a need for an objective.
