December 2009
38 posts
2009 Summary
2009 is coming to an end in 2 days. Its been a fucking year. Year of my downfall. Few things happened and those things changed me to be a better person. And those events that nearly killed me, the ugly truth, I hurt my loved one and myself. For what happened this year, let it be a lesson learnt. And yes I should let it go. It’s time to move on now. .
For my new year resolution,
1. Finish up...
i'm afraid to cry.
tellyourheart:
We’re connected to the world In the way that our tears Are made of salt water. And When we cry – we cry pieces of the ocean.
We’re connected to the world In the way that our lungs are made of tree roots and branches. And when we exhale we pollinate that world with our souls and hearts and beauty.
We’re connected to the world In the way that The place it’s oxygen goes when it...
The wall
I face these walls nearly everyday of my life. Blank its seems. Spaces. Just like life.
You may not understand me. No. A wall related to life? Are you kidding me? I always blame the wall for everything. No, it does not reflect me. It’s blank. It’s white, made of concrete. Empty. What I do in life, these walls it doesn’t reflect me. I get Claustrophobic at times, heart-thumping fast,...
Love & Technology
pseudopoetry:
A simple text means I care enough to flex a few muscles, search your name, wait for “Message Sent” then think of you and smile as I say, “I am in love with you more than I thought I was.” - Author Unknown
Naked Wife
afriendlikeyou:
A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower when the doorbell rings. The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next door neighbor. Before she says a word, Bob says, “I’ll give you $800 to drop that towel.” After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in...
Faithful.
tinaparija:
I fight the qualms of this shaky memory, for why feel shame for choices made freely? I did not know, do not know how I was supposed to behave when all these men have begun to dig their graves. I was surrounded and alone, but in solitude not lonely, why should I admit fault for speaking curtly? Of course it is a matter of perspective! When is it not? They fight to stay alive,...
Infection
thatsmyinsight:
Let me drink in your disease and wallow in your puss, exhume your emptied bladder and celebrate joyous the cesspool of your aching decay. I’ll tongue your greasy hair and swallow, those gray ashen lumps in your lungs leaking through the lacerations in your skin your chest, into my unblinking eye. Inject me with your viral blood and spit into the wound, give me your every...
The Fall
tinaparija:
The end is behind me; and I do as I please knowing I’ll fall once more, with just a change of breeze. I do not know why I push when rising means give in; gravity pulls my feet shatters me, and wins. All these people I have seen, all the places I have been, rhyme themselves over until again I begin. There is no light on this side, no question, it is better in their dark; Do not...
And Here We Are
pagesofmymind:
It’s a sick thing
To hate every word you’ve ever thought
Yet still cling to them like a baby to a teet.
I hate the sounds in my mind, the pain they’ve brought
But without them I am incomplete.
A Poison Tree
cassket:
I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I waterd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears: And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright. And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine.
And into my...
In Between
fauxpoetry:
Take me by the hand
Pull me into the thinning distance between us
Like fragile ice sheets
Hold me by the arm
Forgive me if I slip
We know the growing faithlessness in this world
Can breach the strength of even the best
It’s a tough act to follow
But you’re all I ever want
You’re my only penchant
Undisguised, you’re my only soul
Left in this material system
Take me out of...
His eyes...
His eyes, is where I see the sun shine. His lips, reminds me the ocean of feelings. His breath, reminds me of cupcakes. His touch, gives me butterflies. I’m not thinking about another person he is imagining right now when he read this. It must have gave him the ocean of feeling he once felt. What I am imagining is his breath at the back of my neck, peeping. Insecurity. That is what he is feeling...
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depth
shutlow:
sometimes i fear i am nothing more than the haze of fog from your breath smeared on the windowpane of winter, your carbon and ache to oh, your sighs, maybe i could drag a finger through my mist and spell your name. i’m picturing myself as a crevice slowly filling with seawater so that it turns deep blue and reflects the light darkly i hope i don’t reach the bottom, there’s more to this...
November 2009
20 posts
