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Monday, June 30, 2008

everything is bound by rules.
even the most trivial matters.

everything is governed.
right?


mused at 8:32 pm
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Saturday, June 28, 2008

inexistent,

when 'emo' isn't just a style or a fashion statement. when 'emo' is not a trend.

when 'emo' is just a label for the feelings that reside within.

when it is, yet it's not.


mused at 8:26 pm
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Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Lost

Groping in the dark,
I need a compass, torchlight;
And audacity.

The flickering ray,
Cutting through obscurity,
--Yet, void lies ahead.

Hesitant needle,
Spinning hastily; perplexed,
--Soon, points to my heart.

A step in the dark,
Afoot with a clear bosom,
The sound of silence.

Parting velvet gloom,
Like water before a sword.
A shiver within.

Torchlight, die on me,
The monsters shall fade forthwith;
-- Halt, I decide to cower.



not exception;
repetition.


mused at 7:24 pm
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Saturday, June 14, 2008

when it slowly constricts.
do the walls gradually swell.
when it acts against itself.

to end it's sufferings?

tightening; taut.
wheezing; wane.

when irregular puffs of air evacuate from within.
the periodicity causing a loss of rhythm.
the remaining packets build up to expel it all at one go.

but the constriction has a quota.
it only allows a bit.

the rest get tugged back. drawn back within. the body sucking it back in again.
then another.

another pressured push.
making its way through the gantry.

a hack or two.
in continuity.

until the reserve is all used up.
then forced to withdraw more.

to deposit more within.

to await,
the next series.


mused at 9:27 pm
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Tuesday, June 03, 2008

that modicum of respect keeps me from ruining my life

or rather, it prevents me from making it worse.

that pinch of respect is being consumed,

so you better watch out.


mused at 3:09 pm
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