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*verdad: Wallflower.
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True manifestations of love, life, laughter and lament. I see everything in wide angles and beyond silver screen frames. Would you care to take a look at me? Listen to the songs I hate, and hate them too. Hold my hand when I have no pen to pour out the weight I have inside. Touch me when I feel too calm and lifeless. The stories I have seen has diminished me into a hard block of ice, and all i could do is see. Melt me. I am your wallflower. I want to feel infinite too. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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*verdad: Some Spice in the Cold
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True manifestations of love, life, laughter and lament. Some Spice in the Cold. Two hours brought me back to my childhood, back when hide and seek and. Were the talk of the town. The giant. Atop the waiting shed by the curving road in. Is still as red as when I was three feet smaller. I can still taste the ice candy Daryl and Cindy used to buy for me. It dripped of maroon water. Testified as a witness for many deaths. You are my spice in the stinging cold. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Love lost an...
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*verdad: March 2009
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True manifestations of love, life, laughter and lament. Just Another Love Story. Author: zereporthej / Labels: love lost and love found. thanks to endorphin. Would it hurt to think that although each of us has such disparate love experiences, my experience, your experience or anyone’s experience for that matter is just another love story? Just another love story among six billion more. I will call her Hershey for the sake of censorship.). Without any hint of inhibition, I told her what I felt. And He...
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*verdad: April 2012
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True manifestations of love, life, laughter and lament. When It Ends, I Begin. I remember my life in its moments. Through a staccato-ed montage of my favorite days. My memories are made up of little snippets of the most beautiful things I see when I look at the wind and listen to the sky. For the past six months, during my long hiatus from this journal, they were all I had. I lived in those moments. I used to be or just from. Look as far back with me in my staccato moments. I used to be or just from.
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*verdad: November 2008
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True manifestations of love, life, laughter and lament. Author: zereporthej / Labels: intrams 08. Last week the annual sports festival/intramurals was finally held. and as expected, it had become the most enjoying fragment of the school year to date! What i didn't expect was that i'd be competing in the search for mr. and ms. intrams '08 [which by the way my mother forbade me from joining.LOL]. I mr and ms. intrams senior level. I can't even remember! Other teachers and they started to talk all at once.
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*verdad: September 2009
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True manifestations of love, life, laughter and lament. Author: zereporthej / Labels: dreams. Of the night intensifies. And pierces a sleeper’s soul. As metal starts to spin. Of wind, of breeze,. Time moves in speed. Black and white,. Of life, of death. Of smiles, of horror. Yet the spirit traverses. And the mind at rest. Flowing in a journey. Sinks in deep ocean. Yellow lights appear,. Render time in slow motion. And gust of blades. In a click, fades. Eternity passes in legless steps. A new day dawns.
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*verdad: Candies, Spice, Not Everything is Nice.
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True manifestations of love, life, laughter and lament. Candies, Spice, Not Everything is Nice. He knocked and hoped no one would answer. While the television set was right where it used to be, and the blue dining table still stood against the blank, beige wall, this was a visit made under a different circumstance. While the furniture remained the same, everything else was not without change. There, in an unaltered state of being, was an eerie atmosphere that did not welcome his presence. He crumbled at ...
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*verdad: Rock Steady
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True manifestations of love, life, laughter and lament. We live in a world where nobody stays in one place. The gravity of better education took me away from. A town made of. In the time that I have been here, I've been singing a happy song that only I knew about. Everybody sang along, nevertheless. But nobody really listened. The music lingered in the background like the echoing tremors of an unheard hymn. Fade. Farewell for now,. The rocks that create the gravel of places under my feet are a monument t...
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*verdad: October 2011
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True manifestations of love, life, laughter and lament. We live in a world where nobody stays in one place. The gravity of better education took me away from. A town made of. In the time that I have been here, I've been singing a happy song that only I knew about. Everybody sang along, nevertheless. But nobody really listened. The music lingered in the background like the echoing tremors of an unheard hymn. Fade. Farewell for now,. The rocks that create the gravel of places under my feet are a monument t...
