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Bradford's Cabana: October 2006
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Kick off your shoes and relax. Monday, October 30, 2006. Just a short update. I am still alive, (for those that were worried.). Though my head feels like it is going to explode! Yeah, it hurts that much. I am not feeling well, so I may not be at AGAPE Tuesday, and that is all. Posted by Aielunknown at 8:21 PM. I have put up that song you all have benn wanting to hear. ("What Was I Supposed To Be? It is at me old Xanga site. www.xanga.com/aielman31. Posted by Aielunknown at 10:07 AM. I see it in your tear...
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More options ▼. Subscribe to my blog. The Ice Dance By Danny Elfman (Edward Scissorhands). Created: 08/08/2010 at 5:01 AM. Updated: 11/02/2016 at 5:22 AM. Bienvenue dans mon monde. J'écris quand une idée folle me traverse l'esprit, et qu'elle me plaît. Et voici mes chefs-d'oeuvre farfelus! Dans cette vie-là, on se murmurera des Psst. Tu dors? Please enter the sequence of characters in the field below. Posted on Thursday, 11 February 2016 at 5:16 AM. Qu'est-ce que tu vois quand tu fermes les yeux? Et ton ...
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Mot de passe :. J'ai oublié mon mot de passe. Plus d'actions ▼. S'abonner à mon blog. Venez découvrir mon livre , mon monde poétique . bienvenue dans l'ère de mypoète. Création : 18/03/2007 à 05:07. Mise à jour : 22/05/2015 à 17:14. Tu ne peux pas voir le blog de mypoete car vous n'êtes pas amis. Commence par suivre mypoete pour devenir ami. Poster sur mon blog.
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وبلاگ اختصاصی سمیرا سلیمانی مطلق. کار ساده ای نیست. که همیشه ساده کشیدیم. دست / پا / درد/ فریاد. حتی آه ه ه ه . / سیگارت را هم می توانی. چک های بی محلت را هم. نقشه های زیادی بکشی. مثل ارث پدری بالاااااا. گذشته ها را پیش. و خیلی چیز ها را به رخ / به میخ / شاید هم به سیخ. یا خط و نشان. نقابی هم روی صورت. کار ساده ای نیست. نقاش هم که نباشیم. مثل شاعری که / معشوقش را با واژه. یا فیلسوفی که / هر چه را به چالش. کارگر که باشی / روی شانه هایت / همیشه /بار می کشی. مسئول بازجویی هم/ زیر زبانت را/ خوب می کشد. و این...
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Thursday, December 20, 2012. कभी आना तुम,. गीत ख़ुशी का बन के. और झांकना बरामदे के दरवाजे से. जब में शाम की चाय पी रहा होऊं. पापा आ गये हैं ऑफिस से,. ये देख के हंस देना बचकाना सा. और फिर पापा की माँ ने,. जो पायल पहनाई थी तुम्हारे जनम पे,. उनको छनकती हुई,. जा बेठना अपनी माँ की गॊद में. फिर पापा का नाम लेके बुलाना,. और जब माँ डाटें तुम्हे,. तो चली जाना वहां से सुबकते हुए. :). किलकारियों से, हंसी से,. फिर शाम को गूंजा देना घर को,. जब पापा झुला झुलायें,. और रात को,. Saturday, November 17, 2012. Standard. ...
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My Poetic Catharsis | “The pen is the tongue of the mind.” – Miguel de Cervantes
The pen is the tongue of the mind. – Miguel de Cervantes. Blood on your hands [2011]. Cradle to the grave [2011]. Sins of an angel [2011]. Voice of the voiceless [2011]. May 29, 2015. May 29, 2015. I speak in two tongues and they both hiss at each other like snakes. Tripping over my own words as my mouth becomes a battle ground. I stand on the side-lines looking in. Waiting for the opportunity to announce my presence. A foreigner in my motherland and a foreigner in a sea of white faces,. March 28, 2015.
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A Poetic Journey | My heart is stirred by the path I am on.
My heart is stirred by the path I am on. August 4, 2015. August 4, 2015. Rotting corpses on her bed. Today, she knows. A dark eclipse has arrived. Torrential rainfall of unmasked faces. Haunt her bitter parts, she stoops low. To apologize for a crime the world. She wasn’t always like this, you know. She was innocent and strange. And beautiful like the chaos of her. Ancestry. A little naga, a little chinese,. A little khasi and a little scot. This morning, I woke to a thousand. On a poetic journey. Asking...
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Poetic Creations
Monday, 19 September 2011. Internet Television For All. Http:/ stephen.fastsoftwaretools.com/stores/stephen/206892pgabout.html. Tuesday, 9 August 2011. Light fingered Larry…the leader of the pack,. Stealing to support an addiction…to heroin.cocaine and crack. This pied piper plays his tune…bewitching the growing throng,. Brainwashed into believing.that theft’s no longer wrong. Violence.mugging and bullying…are the order of the day,. An increasing pastime of teenagers…once happy at play. Dreaming of relie...
my poetic days | Snippets of visual and written poetry
Snippets of visual and written poetry. When I was in my younger days, I weighed a few pounds less, I needn’t hold my tummy in to wear a belted dress. But now that I am…. Speak to me of children. Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with…. To a Daughter Leaving Home. The Gospel According to Shug. HELPED are those who are enemies of their own racism; they shall live in harmony with the ...
