Month: August 2005
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Saturday August 27, 2005
The City of Angels Cruising by, watching the light-blue sky sea blending into horizon. Sky-rises interrupting green brown hills. The famous walk with the ordinary and even the homeless have an ocean view. [This is extremely rough, but I just had to get these words down for the moment. Will re-edit later.]
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torture: part i
Torturero “Do you still love her,”I ask without wantingto know the answer. And yet I remain curiousmasochistic, pained.I long for his answeras I long for him. I want to find somethingto connect to so I canjustify what I feel. But it never comes,and the conversationends. And I go back intomy lonely world wishingto be a…
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[a poem]
Passing Days You were my yesterday,a dream left behindand long forgotten. And I wake up today,forever lost in spaceand long forsaken. But the hope of future days,to find our peace,we still keep sacred.
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[a writing]
A little bit of imagination “This is it, isn’t it?”“Yeah. Still won’t come with me?”“I can’t.”“Well, I had to try.”“You know…I never expected to be your soul mate. It’s not what I wanted. I just wanted time.”“It seems that the timing has never been right between us, has it?”“No, it seems not. Goodbye.”“Bye.”