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All the words she never spoke: Always, All-ways
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All the words she never spoke. The ecstasy is so short but the forgetting is so long. Wednesday, April 2, 2008. I will let you roll off my back. Like so many soiled dreams. I do not need anything you offer. Whether liquid-filled paper cups. Or 15 second sound bytes. I refuse to feed the hunger. Phantom pains and lies. Emptiness is less palatible. But much easier to swallow. Than saccharine half truths. Told under a paper moon. I will give up this hunger,. Without sacrificing thoughts of you.
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All the words she never spoke: Trying something different
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All the words she never spoke. The ecstasy is so short but the forgetting is so long. Saturday, February 24, 2007. I LOVE the idea of letters. maybe I'll steal, uh, I mean borrow it for my own blog. March 1, 2007 at 12:07 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Blogroll some of the blogs I enjoy reading. Word Thugs Literary Rag. Chris Pimental train wreck chronicles. Sometimes its best to be concise. Fuck you. I thi. I have f a l l e n i n t o passion . The Wind in Me. Words unspoken.part one.
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All the words she never spoke
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All the words she never spoke. The ecstasy is so short but the forgetting is so long. Saturday, March 3, 2007. Black is the night. Cold is the day. No hope in sight. Not here nor there. Ancient voices call her name. Long walk of shame. Walk away from the light. Never as bright as that star in the sky. Painfully give up the fight. It's a gray day and a black night. Nothing left to invest. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Blogroll some of the blogs I enjoy reading. Word Thugs Literary Rag.
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All the words she never spoke: words unspoken..part one
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All the words she never spoke. The ecstasy is so short but the forgetting is so long. Thursday, February 15, 2007. Words unspoken.part one. You have no idea of the thoughts hidden away in my brain. Thoughts so ripe with possibility that I have dared to vocalize them,. In twilight hours when silence amplifies them. Thoughts which are incomplete. Bursting with uncertainty,. If I told you would you hear me? There is no room in your life. For a girl of averages. And no room in mine for silly daydreams.
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All the words she never spoke: Conduct Me
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All the words she never spoke. The ecstasy is so short but the forgetting is so long. Friday, February 23, 2007. There’s a frenzied orchestra that needs to perform tonight. A deep desire that burns within. My body hot to the touch. Yet shivering so violently. Every nerve ending peaked. My pulse has quickened. Who conducts the orchestra. With a lone cello. Held as long as possible. Drake Lightle (aka Deleted User; Charles Bukkake). March 15, 2007 at 5:48 AM. This has always been a good poem. The Wind in Me.
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All the words she never spoke
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All the words she never spoke. The ecstasy is so short but the forgetting is so long. Saturday, March 10, 2007. All the words she never spoke could fill volumes.but once written down they are unspoken no more. What is the point then? Do we let the secrets of the heart spill out not caring who might happen to read them? Do we name names and places, leaving ourselves open to scrutiny and vulnerability? Drake Lightle (aka Deleted User; Charles Bukkake). March 15, 2007 at 5:41 AM. Word Thugs Literary Rag.
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All the words she never spoke: Rocket Gods
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All the words she never spoke. The ecstasy is so short but the forgetting is so long. Saturday, April 21, 2007. I try to make my mouth. Form the words you need. What is left to say? Cannot say 'I love you'. That requires active voice. We've been passive for so long now. Crows have circled, fed, moved across the pond. Cannot say 'I'm sorry'. Not to you at least,. Only have my Self to apologize to. For believing fables spun. Around, over my head,. Deep inside my heart. Then dumped out into new soil.
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All the words she never spoke
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All the words she never spoke. The ecstasy is so short but the forgetting is so long. Friday, February 23, 2007. That is the closest explanation. For what I feel for you. But so much more. There are few things. That I am truly. Are one of them. Un r a v e l…. Are my daily diet. A slow but steady drip…. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Blogroll some of the blogs I enjoy reading. Word Thugs Literary Rag. Chris Pimental train wreck chronicles. Sometimes its best to be concise. Fuck you. I thi.
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All the words she never spoke: Futility
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All the words she never spoke. The ecstasy is so short but the forgetting is so long. Saturday, March 10, 2007. If words were enough. Motionless they would be too small. I can never reach you. My essence washed away in morning light. I will never penetrate your. The map to your heart. Is penned with phantom ink. All that lies before me. Your memory permanently stained. With thoughts of her. Never to be erased. Your eyes are dull. With the disease of longing. As you slowly waste away. My tears alone could.
