Tag: love
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October 25, 2006 09:18 PM EDT --
I realized I was going blind for the first time when I started seeing things in the dark…. Things that couldn't have existed….. Like a figurine of love, a dead eagle on my window-sill and . . .
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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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October 09, 2006 10:17 AM EDT --
There was a house of many doors, in which each of the doors led to some other rooms.
He lived in that house. He was born there and had been there ever since. Alone.
There was no door to outside. There . . .
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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 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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December 06, 2006 10:45 PM EST --
She was photographing her shadow in the neon lights. Her shadow posed for her on the wall.
"My shadow's such a professional bitch. She lures you with her lusty frame."
She was jealous. . . .
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December 07, 2006 08:40 PM EST --
Inside her closed eyelids I had drawn a map. She could follow it when she slept. And return to the unknown places. Unknown faces. In stealing times, when she betrayed herself. Faces were imposed on the . . .
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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 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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September 12, 2008 07:46 AM EDT --
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April 29, 2007 09:11 PM EDT --
There were no papers in his house. He wrote words on his guitar string. It took him a few years to complete his first novel.
One day, she took his guitar to render his favorite melody. Words from his . . .
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April 04, 2009 12:04 PM EDT --
Our first meeting was inside a closet.
Incidentally, so was our first year together.
Our first meeting was difficult.
We were like two tiny existentialists
Fighting for the most valuable resource . . .
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December 23, 2006 09:56 PM EST --
A few colorful lights were stuck in his eyes. He splashes a few wet tears in there. Lights linger. Their color disseminate from the edges. A transmutation of the glowing haze. But the sun never set on . . .
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August 15, 2008 08:25 AM EDT --
He had painted the picture of nothing but a solitary teardrop on a piece of black carbon paper. On the other side of the paper he had laid down the river.
Night bloomed in the river, that morning. . . .
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March 26, 2009 10:24 PM EDT --
16807.
He had tied his index finger to her memories with a thread. Whenever he’d raise his fingers at her, she knew he’s talking about her past.
2401.
She wanted him to be . . .
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April 26, 2007 01:42 PM EDT --
I picked her down the river bed
Where she lay among flowers
Among dewdrops, amongst bloodstains
Of her own.
Her soul laid asleep
In the white comfort of a swarm of wasps, butterflies
And the forgettings . . .
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December 09, 2006 11:31 PM EST --
I was disturbed, yesterday, by a swarm of rats. They kept eating off my fingers. I didn't like it because I had cut my nails a few days back. And she said she fell in love with my fingers whenever . . .
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May 04, 2007 06:45 AM EDT --
I stepped into a brown metaphor. A drill past my future. Steep as the stairs to the mountain top. The fall was uneasy too. Never as comfortable as it would be in our childhoods. We fell voluntarily in . . .
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June 11, 2007 08:50 PM EDT --
His fall was complete
The day he tumbled down the cocoon
And found himself running
For the door. He imagined
Inside. Outside. Crossings.
The possibilities of a door.
He covered.
He was led to a world . . .
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