Tag: death
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September 09, 2006 08:12 PM EDT --
In my childhood I was told to write opposites. So, when I saw knowledge, I wrote ignorance. And when I saw remembering, I wrote forgetting. But then things changed so that when I saw knowledge, I wrote . . .
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October 02, 2006 01:38 AM EDT --
In the beginning there was a rain in the valley. A perpetual rain. It didn't stop for many years. People told that it was one of the driest rains that had ever been. It hadn't quenched the thirst . . .
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September 10, 2006 09:12 PM EDT --
"Must a risk always be dangerous?" - I remember one of my childhood friends had asked me once. I had found silence that day, for the first time, as an answer. The same silence had frightened . . .
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September 13, 2006 08:35 PM EDT --
I have two brains. They are paired to think in two separate terms. They often work simultaneously. But it really starts getting difficult when thoughts start jumbling up. These are times when I must surrender. . . .
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September 25, 2006 07:39 PM EDT --
There were splashing lights all over when the evening broke. But none noticed 'cause it had made no sound. My silent girl was infused in that evening. Forever.
It became the only evening she had spoke, . . .
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September 27, 2006 08:36 PM EDT --
It began
When his floor-tiles cracked
Assuming shapes of broken dreams
And shades of a spider's web.
The first shoot was seen – peeping in,
Creeping into his room.
An opening in the center of . . .
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September 28, 2006 07:30 PM EDT --
I had seen the avalanche coming to cover her sacred nudity. Between that potentiality and actualization resided this tale. I had found it over there and tried to save it from being buried forever.
Me . . .
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April 29, 2009 10:27 PM EDT --
Once upon a time, I used to have time
And I stole some of it to sit beside your grave.
I didn’t know why I went there
The graveyards were off-limits since the days of the circus.
The graveyards were . . .
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April 28, 2007 07:39 PM EDT --
Alberto Banks had been saving all his life. He wanted to buy a river.
As a child, he had been given a ribbon by his father. A blue ribbon. His father was always this strange man who would scrutinize his . . .
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May 02, 2007 07:05 AM EDT --
He dreamt of a reincarnation on the exact day that he was to die. And it was exactly after he woke up from the dream, restless, that he realized that he was about to die. The only thing he couldn't . . .
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June 17, 2009 10:27 PM EDT --
Her blood rained, like droplets, on an unchanging spot. Beside her bed. Accumulated. Drop by drop. Every drop. Except the first one.
He closed his palm, felt the warmth of the first droplet with . . .
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October 18, 2009 03:39 PM EDT --
“We’re out of time”, he said while speeding down the hallway in his car.
He was a rich man. His rooms were renowned for being too spacious. His kitchen had a garden to its . . .
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October 19, 2006 08:56 PM EDT --
One evening when we sat by the distances, she told me of her wish to burn her body to see her souls catch fire, too. She said she loved the perfume of burnt-out souls. I realized that it was going to be . . .
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December 01, 2006 08:28 PM EST --
I've been singing into the depths of the night. Seeing them banging their heads into the blue. Until drops of blood would splash onto the bluish blue - making it turn purple. Purple. Perplexing. Unsimilar . . .
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December 02, 2006 07:38 PM EST --
Evenings have turned to their strands. Leaving my hands wet of the manifold orgasms. I kept kicking the pebble and went where it went. Inside you. The clumsy face of our dead children. Careless kids. They'd . . .
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April 02, 2009 04:10 PM EDT --
Papa calls me a dream. Or a nightmare.
He can’t really decide.
They’re equally frightening, he says.
And I can’t really decide
If I should take equality for a French Revolutionary term.
But equality . . .
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November 01, 2007 09:53 PM EDT --
He dismissed her memories as dark thoughts because she disappeared with the night.
He dismissed himself too, as dark thoughts because he disappeared within her.
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April 05, 2009 03:37 PM EDT --
The child slept on the stage
And that is how the play began.
He didn’t wake up throughout the play.
The child slept on the stage
And that is how the play ended.
Coming out of the theatre
I had . . .
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April 06, 2009 09:47 PM EDT --
The history of Uncle Klempt’s death
Had still belonged to the future, those days.
Like the days when you’d open your windows
And the first thing you notice is smoke.
Rising up. Almost artistically. . . .
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April 07, 2009 09:20 PM EDT --
One day, our feet felt heavier
Than the bag that we used to carry around
Everywhere. And the two of us
Decided to rest. Yes, just like that.
I know none of you shall agree
Or approve of such careless . . .
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