tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60303115483122316972024-03-13T19:03:56.644-05:00Nightshade DiaryHmm... what is this? Practice space for developing writing skills... The venting and ranting forum of the shadowy depths of my soul... My reaching hand to the hurting world that we might come together over the pure feelings of anguish and apathy that the world does not give outlet to other than in the form of repentance or charity (that which they encourage) or in the form of rage (that which is frowned upon). Here creativity sparks, like an old flint. Maybe yours will spark too...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030311548312231697.post-69312911267765543582012-09-04T11:59:00.000-05:002012-09-04T11:59:18.198-05:00HummingThe unseen vibrations,<br />
Minute, yet great,<br />
Almost deafening to the ears,<br />
Dance across the walls<br />
Of many seperate rooms.<br />
Are they a reminder<br />
To the colitude,<br />
Of the many lives<br />
Living, breathing, functioning above and below?<br />
The many young students<br />
Stepping out onto new paths to<br />
Forge new frontiers on old foundations.<br />
The hum in these walls<br />
Must be the charge of vast potential. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030311548312231697.post-88349417049299842962012-08-22T20:26:00.001-05:002012-08-22T20:26:00.698-05:00新月On the new moon<br />Darkened shadows hide blood and life.<br />On the new moon<br />Alleyways echo the thieves' tune,<br />The Elven King chooses his wife<br />And all is lost to vicious strife<br />In new moon darkness.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030311548312231697.post-24317444014129922592012-08-20T19:06:00.001-05:002012-08-20T19:06:28.126-05:00Old ThingsThere are some things<br />Long forgotten in a box<br />Translucent with age, like fairy wings<br />That taste like the rust on the locks<br />Keeping them from the outside world.<br /><br />The sound of these voices<br />Is hard and bitter with cacophony:<br />The banging and shrieking of past choices<br />And emotions screaming for empathy<br />From any distant invisible outstretched hand.<br /><br />Then others are like play dough,<br />Naively colorful in childish romp.<br />They were always for show,<br />Now hard with glitter, feathers, and pomp.<br />Set them aside with a sad smile.<br /><br />Yet, here an old quilt from warm hearth.<br />Soft and warm, thought faded.<br />Wrapped up in it's worth<br />You may forget you are jaded<br />From the past you loved to hate.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030311548312231697.post-2011878524836760742012-08-15T18:12:00.000-05:002012-08-15T18:12:47.101-05:00知恵の子Through a single tear<br />
I see the true you.<br />
All your hope and fear<br />
And this impasse I've come to.<br />
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I'm stubborn<br />
So stubborn,<br />
I've bitten my tongue<br />
A thousand nights.<br />
<br />
I called you out,<br />
Geared up to fight,<br />
But after one shout<br />
You took flight.<br />
<br />
I've only known<br />
You to be stubborn<br />
And other words<br />
I hope not to say.<br />
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Smoldering embers, I burn<br />
Drown by tears from a dove.<br />
I have so much yet to learn<br />
About the hands of hate and love. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030311548312231697.post-42456335020060522052012-08-14T19:32:00.001-05:002012-08-14T19:32:08.136-05:00An Otherwise Chaotic HouseCool air makes the curtains<br />
Float back and forth.<br />
Rain pounds down<br />
All around this quiet house,<br />
All around this quiet town.<br />
Crickets chirp in the dripping flowers<br />
Pampas grass sags onto<br />
Damp cedar bark. <br />
Setting sun hides<br />
Behind grey clouds<br />
As night falls<br />
And the storm ends. <br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030311548312231697.post-44788629397753386402012-08-09T20:48:00.002-05:002012-08-09T20:48:31.693-05:00信仰 (Faith)Reaching upward, growing tall<br />
Sky split by steeple spire.<br />
Here a place to hear Faith's call,<br />
Kneeling at the feet of God,<br />
In humble prayer to admire<br />
At all the wonders to be awed.<br />
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Here to rest in white pall.<br />
In the churchyard to retire,<br />
Darkness onto life will fall.<br />
As one lives by rule and rod<br />
The soul climbs higher<br />
To Heaven's gate abroad.<br />
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In the dust and dirt we crawl<br />
All labeled: sinner, thief, or liar.<br />
Read here, letters from Saul,<br />
To weed out all fraud,<br />
Be baptized by holy fire<br />
And rise up in the name of God.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030311548312231697.post-22479009256627089752012-08-01T22:39:00.004-05:002012-08-09T11:37:55.231-05:00Flywheel<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Tick, tick, tick, tick<br />
Like a playing card in bicycle spokes.<br />
Spinning, it starts to hum<br />
The melody of the motion of invention.<br />
The ticks become an old car<br />
Guttering down a rain slick alley,<br />
Faster and faster:<br />
To a smooth-engined roadster,<br />
Careening through the scenic view,<br />
To a plane readying for take off,<br />
Readying to unite the world.<br />
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No sound of gears<br />
Just the spinning.<br />
Such a small amount of energy<br />
Adding and adding <br />
And building up inertia<br />
To go continuously around and around.<br />
The quick release:<br />
Power gone faster than possible.<br />
Success and survival <br />
Completing circuit after circuit.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030311548312231697.post-21417040690942019302012-07-31T01:21:00.001-05:002012-07-31T01:21:36.699-05:00Old Coat<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hail and brittle ice bounce against the threads<br />And the warmth of the this fabric spreads<br />To the limbs that are constant occupants.<br />Faded cloths and mended patches are seen at a glance<br />Despite the wool, stalwart black,<br />Shielding the green silk stretched slack,<br />Tucked into pocket and sleeve.<br />Left on rack or chair to take reprieve<br />It awaits the next quest,<br />Or chance to be cuddle to the chest<br />Of the little girl who so loves it<br />Until it must retire to the closet.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030311548312231697.post-36516931247359262592012-07-29T19:38:00.003-05:002012-07-29T19:38:59.653-05:00虚偽 (Untruthful)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Question stated.<br />Answer already known<br />And the demons baited.<br /><br />The tongue twists for release awaited,<br />The dark paths to which we are prone.<br />Question stated.<br /><br />Open your mouth, trust desecrated <br />The seeds of lies are sown<br />And the demons baited.<br /><br />Stand here like you were fated<br />Stand here all alone<br />Question stated.<br /><br />Consequence makes the heart hated,<br />Swords you start to hone<br />And the demons baited.<br /><br />Look what your foolishness has created<br />Here the truth is shown.<br />Question stated<br />And the demons baited.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030311548312231697.post-6571573823364992712012-07-25T22:52:00.004-05:002012-07-25T22:52:50.885-05:00越えて (Beyond)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Half of the bright moon stolen, <br />The curve carved by greedy men.<br />Humanity sold Eden.<br /><br />In the night, death fills the air:<br />Smells of arrogance, despair,<br />Desperation and warfare.<br /><br />Against the guns, thoughts weaken.<br />Stumbling, the mind was driven,<br />Sanity redeemed by pen.<br /><br />In the heart of the nightmare,<br />We huddle without a prayer.<br />Each breath a bold enough dare.<br /><br />Sunset makes the stakes steepen.<br />Hunger and vision sharpen<br />The lights outside this den.<br /><br />In each heartbeat, we prepare.<br />Beyond the bombs is somewhere<br />Our souls long to go out there.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030311548312231697.post-89118392915583310272012-07-25T01:17:00.000-05:002012-07-25T01:19:35.803-05:00Factory<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Swirling smoke<br />
From a dusty cigarette<br />
Loses its identity<br />
To these grey clouds<br />
In this quiet city.<br />
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A car rolls by<br />
Splashing the pooling<br />
Dirt of the streets.<br />
The red-eyed brakes scream<br />
"Back to work."<br />
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No rest for shadows<br />
Who must keep <br />
Turning out nightmares.<br />
This heaving monster<br />
Is eating itself.<br />
<br />
Like cigarette smoke<br />
I lose myself in the rain.<br />
Soul-selling shadows<br />
Walk these streets,<br />
Life-blood to sin.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030311548312231697.post-65149468313951927972012-07-23T00:13:00.000-05:002012-07-23T00:13:04.004-05:00Dear 黒本,<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's been a long time since I've needed you. That's a good thing. I originally brought this about because I had emotions clawing me apart to get out, feelings of grief and hatred that I had hidden away or were just too much to keep to myself. It was a bad time and this was my way out.<br />
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I'm still reminded through little things. Just small occurrences that are insignificant, that anyone would deal with, remind me of the past and things I'd like to run away from. But they don't mean anything and don't have any results, so everything is okay.<br />
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Not to say I have no stress and worries. Writer's block is creeping around somewhere.<br />
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Whether or not they know it, my friends are helping me deal, just as my writing had. It's not even that I'm talking about my grief to get through it. It's just listening to other people's problems, whether or not I say anything to identify with them, is a release all on it's own. I'd like to talk about it, as I'm still reminded, but I'm sick of dealing with pain and grief and want most to just not feel it anymore. I don't want to open my mouth and lose all of my words because I'm not physically ready to tell someone how I feel. How I've been feeling whenever I think about it.<br />
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It's late. It's only been an hour into the 23rd, but it looks I'm surviving another one. I'll try not to push myself to hard, because I know that if I try to "reminisce" I"ll cry. I don't want to cry. It's been a long time since it first happened and I've been sick of crying about it for a long time.<br />
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I feel hopeful. I'm not quite through the storm, but it's quieted down. The clouds haven't cleared, but at least it has stopped raining. It's not quite the first step to a new start - I accredit New Year's Eve that one - but it's another step in the right direction. I'm not sure what my destination is yet, but I think it will be a good place.<br />
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I don't know you. I don't know if you have dealt with the loss of a loved one. I don't know how hard that blow hit you. Maybe I've had it easy and just like to complain. I don't want to sound like a cliche, but it will get better. It takes forever, but it does get better. I wouldn't say it gets easier, but it gets better. I hope that you find, well, hope. Even if you have to be sick and tired of being sick and tired to find it. Look for sunshine in your rain clouds. Maybe you'll find a rainbow. Look for a sword, a shield, a source of strength and perhaps you'll find a life-giving well. Just keeping holding on, keeping walking, even if you have to walk backwards because you can't turn away from it just yet. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030311548312231697.post-7596301038105096932012-07-18T19:44:00.002-05:002012-07-18T19:44:45.439-05:00愛と戦争<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Fear not the enemy,<br />Come here beside me.<br />Knocking at the door<br />Like a merchant of death、</div>
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Fly here to a safer shore<br />And be wrapped in warm arms.<br /><br />Fear not the battle,<br />We'll make their shields rattle.<br />These swords of silver<br />And the noise of guns </div>
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Will prove your allies braver<br />Than your strongest foe.</div>
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I don't think you know<br />How perfectly your shirt <br />Wrapped around your body<br />As you slept next to me.<br /><br />I don't think you know<br />How much strength<br />That single hand on my shoulder had<br />And how much I didn't want to leave.<br /><br />I don't think you know<br />How much I want to let<br />My hand follow the curve<br />Of your body,<br />Let my fingers follow your spine<br />Up to your neck<br />And leave kisses there.<br /><br />And you don't know<br />How many kisses<br />Would be left along your collarbone<br />Wishing to follow down<br />The angle of it<br />But getting caught up<br />In the hollow there.<br /><br />I don't think you know<br />How many times I've wanted<br />To pick up your hand<br />And leave a kiss there too<br />Like a knight pledging loyalty.<br />My forehead would touch<br />Your knuckles, in apology.<br /><br />Because you didn't know<br />How this loyalty carries devotion<br />As I indulge in my insolence<br />Continuing to kiss your hand<br />Following to your wrist, your arm<br />Turning them gently<br />As I reach your elbow.<br /><br />I don't think you know<br />How long I want<br />Those kisses to linger,<br />How long I want to take my time<br />Kissing slowly the soft parts<br />Back down to your palm<br />And putting all my kisses in your hand.<br /><br />I don't know<br />How you take the stillness<br />That results from your touch.<br />Don't think it is coldness or neglect.<br /><br />I don't know<br />How my eyes might betray me<br />And all of my feelings<br />Might show on my face. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030311548312231697.post-5592396164949337432012-07-13T20:14:00.001-05:002012-07-13T20:22:57.266-05:00Solitary Confinement.Alone.<br />
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A solitary word<br />
For the singular me.<br />
<br />
I came to visit,<br />
You I came to see.<br />
Yet, the house is empty.<br />
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I asked<br />
A great many,<br />
With answers that vary.<br />
All equate to "I'm busy."<br />
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Here the walls are quiet<br />
And the world seems lonely<br />
But the lonely one is me<br />
Sitting here in solitary<br />
Alone as alone can be.<br />
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A Note:<br />
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I didn't mean for this to be a poem, but that is what it became. Finishing it, I was reminded of a much better work. I shall link it here if you are interested.<br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k7X7sZzSXYs" target="_blank">How To Be Alone - Tanya Davis</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030311548312231697.post-13577666717854547052012-07-12T18:46:00.003-05:002012-07-12T18:46:38.643-05:00高貴なカラスI am majestic black.<br />I wonder about the civilizations far below.<br />I hear the poet's call.<br />I see the smoke from battle.<br />I want to go higher above it all.<br />I am the King's Night.<br /><br />I pretend to give advice.<br />I feel the Sky calling.<br />I touch the wind's breath.<br />I worry the Sun-Lord will take these feathers.<br />I cry out against the Owl. <br />I am majestic black.<br /><br />I understand the Heaven's currents.<br />I say praises to my Lords.<br />
I dream of the Palace with floors of blue.<br />I try to reach it, aloft on the breeze.<br />I hope to see above the shining clouds.<br />I am majestic black.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030311548312231697.post-79438523990586049182012-07-10T19:30:00.000-05:002012-07-10T19:30:35.731-05:00目的 (Purpose)On this desert plain<br />I dig this well,<br />Dreading any rain.<br />Hoping it will spring<br />Only from the soul-pool<br />In cool shadows below.<br />Then, gone is pain,<br />Sadness, tears, hate, and fire.<br />All this will drain<br />Resulting in the memory-drought<br />To forget all hell.<br />Looking up to<br />Sky-fields and Sun-reign,<br />This rusted shovel tips.<br />Across the blue terrain<br />Travels dust and cloud as<br />The first rain-tear fell.<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030311548312231697.post-38399317693832390202012-07-09T19:17:00.000-05:002012-07-09T19:17:05.755-05:00星の希望Hated things flash<br />In their own lightning<br />To themselves, attentions called<br />All eyes on our enemy.<br /><br />They are of cannons and drums,<br />From such fire and smoke we dash<br />All affections are poison<br />When we are chased endlessly.<br /><br />Choking and all-consuming ash<br />Surrounds like moonless darkness<br />Leaving a taste for teeth to gnash<br />Remaining only the sanctuary to which we crawled.<br /><br />Without it, pure despair could smash<br />Any hope recalled.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030311548312231697.post-83768951804432766232012-07-08T18:42:00.000-05:002012-07-08T18:42:01.041-05:00雲の生活 (Cloud Lives)<div style="text-align: center;">
Knife cuts into my hand,</div>
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Cuts out my heart,</div>
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Slit open for the slaughter.</div>
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I am just one man's daughter.</div>
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My heart is failing,</div>
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My skin is paling,</div>
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No mercy from the sky above,</div>
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My sickness prevailing.</div>
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Violence is the melody</div>
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Assaulting my senses as </div>
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You fight me,</div>
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Hate me,</div>
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Keep me in these chains</div>
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I'm bent on breaking,</div>
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Meant on taking my life but</div>
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No life to take</div>
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For Heaven's sake</div>
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Sold my soul</div>
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Long ago</div>
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To the sky for</div>
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All the wishes I could carry</div>
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In a metal seive</div>
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They escape my mind</div>
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So many castles of desert sands</div>
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To float through our hands</div>
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A peaceful escaping mirage. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030311548312231697.post-46849636672804026912012-06-28T21:14:00.000-05:002012-06-28T21:19:02.809-05:00Ellylldan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Call it burning</div>
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Both ends of the candle</div>
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Call it whatever you want</div>
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When these flames are</div>
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Licking my skin</div>
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At midnight hours </div>
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From twilight unto dawn </div>
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This faint pain lingers</div>
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First just warm</div>
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For my cold heart</div>
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Then all the water consumed</div>
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Red blisters</div>
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Color of the flames.</div>
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I am these flames.</div>
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I am consumed by these flames.</div>
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Both the driving force and the fuel.</div>
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I can't last to much longer</div>
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Without you.</div>
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You shine like stars,<br />
Fireflies that remain<br />
Even after the glow fades.<br />
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But, why...<br />
Are you so far away?<br />
The distance oceans between<br />
Whisper their soothing songs<br />
To calm the frantic shouting<br />
And silence our telegraph lines.<br />
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In the shadows of the full moon<br />
I've caught tears in a dusty bottle.<br />
Emptied, it carries this message<br />
Across these dominant, quiet seas.<br />
Far flung wishes<br />
To you....<br />
<br />
A single splash and thoughts dawn.<br />
The empty bottle was broken.<br />
Off in the distance<br />
Stars pass like fireflies.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030311548312231697.post-76319154006025489412012-06-26T13:34:00.000-05:002012-06-26T13:34:00.351-05:00時々愛 (Sometimes Love)Sometimes this lonely dark<br />Seems better than the crowded light<br />To slip into sleep here<br />Is more peaceful than the <br />Spinning, noisy people.<br /><br />In the desert heart<br />There is a well<br />Flowing life-water love.<br />People take and take.<br />The well receives no rain,<br />Drying and dying.<br />To avoid dying themselves<br />The people dig deeper<br />Taking every last drop.<br /><br />Bound heart<br />Chained soul.<br />Sometimes I see light<br />And sometimes nothing<br />But the dark.<br />Sometimes <br />Fight the dark.<br />Sometimes<br />Praise the light.<br />Sometimes <br />Surrender to it all.<br /><br />This heart well hopes<br />For a little rain<br />From just a single cloud.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030311548312231697.post-59893204897734173312012-06-21T03:29:00.002-05:002012-06-21T03:29:54.066-05:00Dear 黒本,It still hurts. I was reading through these posts. It was the damn Christmas cookies that did me in. <br />
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I wish there was an effective way to communicate a sigh over these dead letters. All written language is dead, not just Latin and Sanskrit. Nothing can truly tell the way the heart really is. Although, sometimes it can get very close.<br />
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It still hurts when I remember things like Christmas cookies. I'll never be able to make him happy again, or at least give my best attempt at it. I'll never see him smile again. It hurts, it really does. <br />
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And it absolutely blows my mind away, because it has been sooooo long. Another... I'd say anniversary, but that is a terrible word for the annual repetition of the day that someone you loved died. Whatever It is, It is coming in the next month. Two days short of an exact month.<br />
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I will try not to dwell on it. I will try not to dwell on the fact that I graduated and he wasn't there, even though I know he would be proud. I'll try not to remember that I remembered him on Father's Day, and that I can't/shouldn't/don't have to buy/make him a gift anymore. I'll try to not dwell on the fact that my mother, his own wife, has moved on with her life, and I have not. I don't need to talk to someone because that will only encourage the kind of remembering that encourages dwelling.<br />
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I'm sorry. It's really not fair to Jeff. I can't bring myself to call him my step-dad, even though that is what he is. This is still really really hard. It still really hurts, but I'll try not to open an almost healed scab, a mental scar. I'll try really really hard not to dwell on it.<br />
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I still love you,<br />BrokenWingUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030311548312231697.post-66440554824897149882012-06-20T14:57:00.004-05:002012-06-20T14:57:50.188-05:00HiatusStill air, thick with heat,<br />Swathed around the lonely soul--<br />A heavy blanket<br />Grounding loose spirits<br />Too cold to migrate to warmer hearts.<br />A sigh stirs...<br />Nothing.<br />No new words.<br />No freedom.<br />No cool breeze.<br />This air here is suffocating.<br />The heat dragging<br />All tenants to their home in hell.<br />
<br />Must get up. <br />Pick up the pen and the page.<br />Grab a light because the stars<br />Shed few tears for an empty wish.<br />In the cool dark<br />Find a shadow to find a story<br />Listen to the ghosts <br />Of past and present<br />To spring into the future.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030311548312231697.post-60015079392344129882012-01-02T21:04:00.000-06:002012-01-02T21:04:13.628-06:00New YearWith the New Year has come the idea of Change and a new favorite song. <br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zc4AkEC_UWU">New Favorite Song</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0