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Memories, Laments and Songs: Inertia
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Memories, Laments and Songs. One day in the life of a lonely poet. Tuesday, July 14, 2009. Slowly falling into numbness. A limb that doesn't move. White hands don't touch. Static stoned wide-open eyes. Blank lips aren't kissing fools. Afraid of not going out of here. Trapped in a motionless feeling. Dragged by empty emotions. In cold marble arms of nothingness. A fear of being seduced by this. Smoothly letting everything go. Surrended by a caring warmth. Of not knowing, not having,. They like what I write.
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Memories, Laments and Songs: July 2009
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Memories, Laments and Songs. One day in the life of a lonely poet. Tuesday, July 14, 2009. Slowly falling into numbness. A limb that doesn't move. White hands don't touch. Static stoned wide-open eyes. Blank lips aren't kissing fools. Afraid of not going out of here. Trapped in a motionless feeling. Dragged by empty emotions. In cold marble arms of nothingness. A fear of being seduced by this. Smoothly letting everything go. Surrended by a caring warmth. Of not knowing, not having,. They like what I write.
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Memories, Laments and Songs: March 2009
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Memories, Laments and Songs. One day in the life of a lonely poet. Sunday, March 15, 2009. But it could be 1 pm or 6 am. I wouldn't tell the difference. The lights are off, sheets are cold. Can't get to open my eyes. I just hear this noise. A conspicuous noise banging inside my head. Flashes crashing down behind my eyes. Following the hysterical bangs in my mind. Screams trying to survive, struggling to come alive. I turn my head around, it's so bright inside. They are voices, voices that I know. I wish ...
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Memories, Laments and Songs: Oblivion
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Memories, Laments and Songs. One day in the life of a lonely poet. Monday, May 25, 2009. Images fade away like. Pictures carved on the sand. It was a day in autumn. You and I holding hands. That was a sweet moment. We were having dinner by candlelights. Oh, the day I made you that surprise. I just see them going away. Held by a thin thread of repentance. The only thing that puts my memories together. They are not important anymore. Lost, few, insignificant remembrances. I watch them shatter in tiny pieces.
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Memories, Laments and Songs: August 2009
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Memories, Laments and Songs. One day in the life of a lonely poet. Friday, August 07, 2009. In my life I've seen things. Some were good and colourful. Some were bad and dreadful. I've been to many places. And I've made many memories. Some of them I still keep inside. Some are forgotten in my heart. In my life I've met people. Some I know and care. Some I don't know where. Some made me what I am. Some put me really down. But still are part of my soul. Some I miss I'll never see again.
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Memories, Laments and Songs: Going to sleep
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Memories, Laments and Songs. One day in the life of a lonely poet. Friday, September 11, 2009. Turn off the lights before you leave. And don't look back, please. Don't try to find your way back. Into my heart like some lost keys. There's nothing to be found anymore. Because there's nobody there. In the silence that you left here inside. It's just a soul now craving for existence. In somebody else's dreams or even heart. It's an echo of life fading away. In broken speeches, forgotten promises,.
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Memories, Laments and Songs: In my life
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Memories, Laments and Songs. One day in the life of a lonely poet. Friday, August 07, 2009. In my life I've seen things. Some were good and colourful. Some were bad and dreadful. I've been to many places. And I've made many memories. Some of them I still keep inside. Some are forgotten in my heart. In my life I've met people. Some I know and care. Some I don't know where. Some made me what I am. Some put me really down. But still are part of my soul. Some I miss I'll never see again.
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Memories, Laments and Songs: November 2008
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Memories, Laments and Songs. One day in the life of a lonely poet. Friday, November 21, 2008. For lack of inspiration. For lack of inspiration. I thought about giving up. For lack of determination. I thought about not writing. For lack of encouragement. I thought about deleting. For lack of everything. I thought about dying. For lack of audience. I thought what the heck anyway. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). English teacher with a passion for writing. View my complete profile. They like what I write.
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Memories, Laments and Songs: December 2007
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Memories, Laments and Songs. One day in the life of a lonely poet. Tuesday, December 25, 2007. Every night when I go to sleep. I lie down on my bed. And I listen to your song. Letting your sweet voice. Fill the empty spaces of my heart. As tears roll down my face. I try to convince myself I don’t miss you. I try to forget the look in your eyes. I want to erase the warmth of your skin. But I just can’t forget all that. It is already December. But the days are still cold and grey. If only you could see.
