Tag: rory
group name: mydirtylaundry
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July 13, 2008 08:37 AM EDT --
A blank call
This road ends in another and she knows
that will somehow amalgamate into
the one now he lives. Sky conjures raindrops.
Hate is what she feels at times. Then again . . . more
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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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July 25, 2008 08:21 AM EDT --
Boatman, How far?
Like a distant dream, the boat alight with
its dim lamps quivering by the winds of
mid river, is threading a golden hem by the bank. “How far?”
“How far will you go, boatman?” . . . 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 16, 2008 11:20 AM EDT --
To the quake victims
The tail of the red toy truck can be seen.
If there is any pair of innocent hands
to play with the toy, there is no mind.
Or body.
He holds her quite . . . 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 19, 2008 07:30 AM EDT --
Crème and sugar
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Crème and sugar are a stringent no-no.
He has been advised not to indulge in
drinks and other things
gone with the golden . . . 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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August 03, 2008 06:10 AM EDT --
She
enters
without a knock.
Stays forever.
Inside this mind.
Inside this life.
Inside this livelihood. . . . 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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