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Tapioca Jane: + Hello! (1)
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Thursday, February 10, 2011. Hi my name is Zoe. and,. I decided to do this blog because I love writing poems drawing. And combining these two together and producing something would be nice! Be posting updates (on facebook) after every time I update because I would like to keep it personal and stuff. But I hope that people would come back here, and enjoy my illustrated poems! This post would be updated once a week. Or when I have a poem. P/s/s p/p/s (I can't remember). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Tapioca Jane: February 2011
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Thursday, February 10, 2011. Hi my name is Zoe. and,. I decided to do this blog because I love writing poems drawing. And combining these two together and producing something would be nice! Be posting updates (on facebook) after every time I update because I would like to keep it personal and stuff. But I hope that people would come back here, and enjoy my illustrated poems! This post would be updated once a week. Or when I have a poem. P/s/s p/p/s (I can't remember). Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Tapioca Jane: + How strange, stranger.
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Tuesday, May 3, 2011. How strange, stranger. This is a question that I volunteer to answer. We are strangers at heart, the label "friend" is a blindfold. I untie my blindfold with a heavy heart - a dangerous task. What is left are the memories that is fading away, locked in my heart-. Which keys have been thrown away. Swallowed into my body. A key that is able to bring back what used to be. The key is a rib piercing my heart. An open heart towards you is an episode of death. Skip to the end of the book.
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Tapioca Jane
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Tuesday, July 12, 2011. I feel like I'm at the lowest point of my life now,. But I know that it is not because what I'm looking for hasn't been found. I don't have an answer on what I'm looking for is. But I hate dying, in a living state like this. The slightest thing bring me down, and then I want to escape. Escape, and let go of everything for these negative thoughts sake. But what is the future keeping for me? I want to be happy without feeling crappy. I hate dying in my own eyes, I hate being sad.
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Tapioca Jane: July 2011
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Tuesday, July 12, 2011. I feel like I'm at the lowest point of my life now,. But I know that it is not because what I'm looking for hasn't been found. I don't have an answer on what I'm looking for is. But I hate dying, in a living state like this. The slightest thing bring me down, and then I want to escape. Escape, and let go of everything for these negative thoughts sake. But what is the future keeping for me? I want to be happy without feeling crappy. I hate dying in my own eyes, I hate being sad.
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Tapioca Jane: +So, yeah.
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Monday, April 25, 2011. Who cares whether it's a poem blog or what I'll just write whatever I want. I cant stand how everything now a days is so uniformed. I feel trapped. Why can't things be more liberal and free? I ammmmmmmmmmmm. But there's that spark that isn't sparking like I want it to but it's just glowing, and slowly, it's going to die off. So selfish, so selfish. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 15 , Malaysia. View my complete profile. My other poems, (Still hunting down more!
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Tapioca Jane: +First!
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Monday, April 18, 2011. So, no illustration for this, unless if I have the time to. And I'll just add the illustration in. But right now, I really feel like writing a poem. This line has been stuck in my head ever since yesterday! The future is not bright, but only the past is. I know it sounds pessimistic but maybe it is because I had a thought about how the world is gradually dying. I don't mean to be pessimistic, but that is how I feel at the moment. People, living life like it is supposed to be.
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Tapioca Jane: May 2011
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Tuesday, May 3, 2011. How strange, stranger. This is a question that I volunteer to answer. We are strangers at heart, the label "friend" is a blindfold. I untie my blindfold with a heavy heart - a dangerous task. What is left are the memories that is fading away, locked in my heart-. Which keys have been thrown away. Swallowed into my body. A key that is able to bring back what used to be. The key is a rib piercing my heart. An open heart towards you is an episode of death. Skip to the end of the book.
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Tapioca Jane: April 2011
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Monday, April 25, 2011. Who cares whether it's a poem blog or what I'll just write whatever I want. I cant stand how everything now a days is so uniformed. I feel trapped. Why can't things be more liberal and free? I ammmmmmmmmmmm. But there's that spark that isn't sparking like I want it to but it's just glowing, and slowly, it's going to die off. So selfish, so selfish. Thursday, April 21, 2011. Me, Myself and I. you! Firstly, I know that this isn't a poem but I cannot help myself! BUT AS FAR AS I KNOW...
