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Scribbles on asphalt: December 2010
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A compilation of poetry, musings, and prose. Wednesday, December 29, 2010. Wednesday, December 1, 2010. Don't Ever Let Anyone Clip Your Wings" (demo). The Whereabouts of Happyness (demo). You remember every kiss. You remember faces and lips. Parts where you spelled "love.". You remember games that they played. You said they're [all] the same. That they say they all need me. So cast away, cast to sea. You are the saddest girl that I have ever known. So casted to sink, and cast me. You lived in the shadows.
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Scribbles on asphalt: July 2009
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A compilation of poetry, musings, and prose. Friday, July 24, 2009. You pulled the trigger. Stood up and turned. But you looked back. Saw through to my soul. Yet continued to walk on. The bang from the fired. Blaring through the silence. And a warm gush of emotions:. My spilled heart, my sweat and blood. The exit of a tear. My wound, my shattered windows. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Image courtesy of Jacci Howard Bear http:/ desktoppub.about.com/. You pulled the trigger. Youstood up and turnedBut .
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Scribbles on asphalt
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A compilation of poetry, musings, and prose. Monday, September 12, 2011. Called you in at four. They said it hadn't been long. The nighttime swallows in the fire's gaze. And cancer sighs the plague infected. To whom did you address. That scar-tinted open wound? Before the malnourished get their fill. There was a time, I. But illness bears the labored dreams. Encompassed minds of lost desires;. The irrational becoming fixed. Irony of stupidity doesn't come so close. To you as it so strongly chooses. Other...
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Scribbles on asphalt: Waking Up
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A compilation of poetry, musings, and prose. Wednesday, February 17, 2010. I've been having really memorable dreams. The other night, I was driving from somewhere important with Father John Francis and then he ended up scolding me for something after we got to Interfaith. Ambiguous much? Oh yes, definitely. But last night. I dreamt of you. It was the beginning of a new quarter. I was in a lecture hall (maybe the new Engineering Hall? FLASHFORWARD (and yes, I do have those in my dreams). I turned around a...
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Scribbles on asphalt: May 2009
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A compilation of poetry, musings, and prose. Friday, May 22, 2009. A glimpse of a soul. Headed on a deceptive journey to truth. Veritas, daughter of justice. Encouraging acts of selflessness. Shamefully turn the other cheek. Traipsing down the path of 'what ifs' and 'should haves'. Coulda. woulda. shoulda. The skeleton of your world comes crashing down. Vestiges of a once majestic conviction. Strewn haphazardly across the floorboards of your reality. Lacking the capacity to thrive beyond consequence.
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Scribbles on asphalt: A Parenthetical Life.
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A compilation of poetry, musings, and prose. Tuesday, November 30, 2010. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Image courtesy of Jacci Howard Bear http:/ desktoppub.about.com/. Welcome to "Scribbles on Asphalt", an open forum for LOG'ers to express themselves creatively in various ways: poetry, prose, lyrics, or even photography. Don't hesitate to post or comment!
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Scribbles on asphalt: August 2009
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A compilation of poetry, musings, and prose. Thursday, August 27, 2009. With a natural shot. Friday, August 21, 2009. A toast to time. Stop staring at the clock. Tick, Tick. Tock, Tock. Tick Tock, Tick Tock. A litany of deafening drumbeats. To match the sound of your slowly dying heart. No matter which way you look at it, it's always the same:. Life passes by in fast-forward all around. And you're left alone, as frozen as the vacant look in your eyes. L'chaim, you say. To life. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Scribbles on asphalt: September 2011
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A compilation of poetry, musings, and prose. Monday, September 12, 2011. Called you in at four. They said it hadn't been long. The nighttime swallows in the fire's gaze. And cancer sighs the plague infected. To whom did you address. That scar-tinted open wound? Before the malnourished get their fill. There was a time, I. But illness bears the labored dreams. Encompassed minds of lost desires;. The irrational becoming fixed. Irony of stupidity doesn't come so close. To you as it so strongly chooses.
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Scribbles on asphalt: September 2009
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A compilation of poetry, musings, and prose. Sunday, September 27, 2009. A quadruplet of jellyfishes deviously loomed,. With their tentacles sneaking vine-like round a tree,. Squirming, hissing and pissing scheduled poison. Into the wrinkle of Jim's withering arm. Yet the words refused to pave their way through exhausted lips. Now are you in any pain? Are you a zookeeper? The jellyfish hadn't liked the idea;. The executioner hadn't liked the idea. I'm just going to give you some Potassium;". Like the tee...
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Scribbles on asphalt: December 2009
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A compilation of poetry, musings, and prose. Tuesday, December 29, 2009. Dear Friend (zone),. A little over two years ago, I fell in love. At least I think that's what love feels like. I was seeing in color.). A year and a half ago, I decided to let him go. We're better off as friends," I told myself.). A year ago, I found a window of hope: he said hello (again). What a pleasant thing to experience: to see in color- again.). Six months ago, I was in darkness: she said hello. I didn't want to see.). Image...
