Tag: english
group name: mydirtylaundry
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July 12, 2008 03:10 AM EDT --
Pill s
Sounds of a crow, incessant rippling through the wind
Let her know how much more loneliness can there be.
She picks up the knitting and stumbles at the door
Of memory, . . . more
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May 29, 2008 08:28 AM EDT --
Stalker
A hand reaches me everywhere.
However more elusive, I become.
The shadow . . . more
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May 30, 2008 08:39 AM EDT --
A story turned into a poetry
Like spiders they weave a web. The incidents.
The spring on your garden and the girl who
Lives on selling flesh are meeting somewhere
At some point, . . . more
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May 31, 2008 10:13 AM EDT --
This is the result of some dream rising inside after a quarrel with a friend who has importance enough to cause bleeding. At night I dream of a fight and that I am left bleeding at a desert. . . . more
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June 02, 2008 07:54 AM EDT --
( This is some body else's dream. Yes, as i explore through the unknown world of dreams of my known individuals, I face this dream seen by a lady living a hard city life and working . . . more
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June 23, 2008 11:09 AM EDT --
Change (open the window)
"Open the window."
Someone inside says.
Hands tremble and stop.
The non-habituated windows sound of rust.
The streaks of light those
Are used . . . more
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July 01, 2008 09:44 AM EDT --
The Longest Bridge
The longest bridge is the one
built between two human hearts.
The water streams under is cold, dark, distant.
those eyes of two human look . . . more
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July 09, 2008 12:08 PM EDT --
Adrift
"Are you silent tonight?"
He knows she won't tell, if she is silent.
She won't tell the reasons.
He should know after so many years
Of living together. . . . more
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July 14, 2008 08:03 AM EDT --
Some stories and untold truths to a tourist
Sea strokes the foot of the long dead tree.
Gulls in a galore. How many of them
Do you have named?
And, you have asked . . . more
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July 15, 2008 07:38 AM EDT --
Summer, 2008
Open day for clouds.
The park is the reign of the youth,
of the old and dog owners alike.
The girl who is collecting pebbles,
does not have . . . more
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July 21, 2008 08:45 AM EDT --
Voices of shadows
(to the trench, the troops, the shadows and ofcourse to Sandre)
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Shadows are so lovely.
He watches them
unfolding stories
on the muddy wall . . . more
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July 27, 2008 04:25 AM EDT --
Singing in the rain
The song. Ah, cloud! You have touched the
crescendo again. With a sense
of vague irritation I find
the pebbles on the left side of
my chest is suddenly melting. . . . more
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July 28, 2008 09:15 AM EDT --
Mystic Forest _1
A smell that we cannot sense
in our city orb
creeps in, green flag of it flies,
wins over our heart.
“what will be available
for dinner this night?”
“Wild chickens . . . more
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July 30, 2008 08:54 AM EDT --
Cat eyes
She is in a mood
as she comes today,
sits in this tepid bed.
The mystic eyes sparkle,
a clear message,
“Do not come near”.
You bow
to this ancient animal
who . . . more
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August 01, 2008 07:44 AM EDT --
Snippet on this rainy morning
A glassful of mist.
This morning, night is with me,
coming to the work.
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Oh, ma!
On the face of the . . . more
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June 03, 2008 11:14 AM EDT --
The four musicians in a field
( to Alison and the band)
A note has touched the cloud, just now.
A bird has stopped over thinking
it may find another of its kind.
. . . more
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June 04, 2008 07:52 AM EDT --
Purple sky(in my head)
Purple sky. Leaves have just turned dark
From the golden. Eyes never tire.
This time they come for medicines,
Close the windows of the gray asylum.
. . . more
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June 07, 2008 04:12 AM EDT --
The black, the white
( to the drawing by Shirley U Understand Me)
The white, akin to the silence
that falls when she has put on sleep
is spread on the eternity, soft. . . . more
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June 12, 2008 01:13 PM EDT --
Hurt
An unfamiliar breathing
strange is its rhythm. Unstable.
Is it oxygen for life that
is taken in through his organs?
He cannot be sure at this point.
Grievous . . . more
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June 22, 2008 02:12 AM EDT --
Dark glasses
A lazy sky almost falls on his head.
Tunnels of light move through his small planet.
The explosion of mixed flower's color,
(How much . . . more
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