"I want my mommy", the little girl spoke stubbornly with both her arms strapped obediently against the chair. "Let me go."
- Oct 06 Tue 2009 06:08
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the kidnap
"I want my mommy", the little girl spoke stubbornly with both her arms strapped obediently against the chair. "Let me go."
- Oct 05 Mon 2009 18:53
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a sediment
because my vision of you is diminishing
into the horizon when the sun's almost missing
because my body blends into the floor and
- Sep 26 Sat 2009 05:52
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my mother
Perhaps my first clear memory of my mother was not of her but rather the moments without her. I would wake up to silent mornings devoid of the dish-clanking in the kitchen or the conversation between lovers on television, then I'd carefully walk down the stairs as if I held a huge bowl of water in me and knock on my father's door.
"Where is mama?" A voice so soft as if it were afraid of its own sound.
"She went to the market," He'd reply with a voice half muffled due to the barrier of the door, "Don't worry, she'll be back soon".
- Sep 05 Sat 2009 05:09
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it's raining outside
全身不能動彈。
她很確定她是醒著，知道自己躺在一張靠牆的單人床上，白色的床單搭配著一條深橘色的毯子。薄弱的毯子塌在她身上，絲毫沒有一般羽毛被來的鬆軟及附有安全感，她瞧著自己癱瘓的身軀，全身上下只剩下眼睛還能移動，無助的東張西望著。
- Aug 27 Thu 2009 00:54
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traveling with air
i drove myself away on a saturday, the sun vivid the sky
livid and my hearts about to fade- its like no other when you
drive yourself away, from the streets to the air and from the air to the streets,
- Aug 19 Wed 2009 10:56
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空間
接到命令就得遵守。 就算是殺人，也沒有反抗的理由。
但事情並不是這麼簡單的，連刀都無法好好的握緊，何來還想刺骨見血？ 可 人就這麼在眼前了，需得把握時機，已經錯過了好幾個了，不是你死就是我活。
於是那劍軟綿綿的遞入了她的肌膚，在那肥女人一垂垂肥肉之間的夾縫，很不甘脆的劍法，但至少還是起了奏效，鋒利的銳面慢慢的深入，因殺手的膽怯而不乾淨，那女人也正在慢慢的死亡，血越流越多，傷口染了一片紅，暈開並且漸漸的擴散於整件衣賞
但事情並不是這麼簡單的，連刀都無法好好的握緊，何來還想刺骨見血？ 可 人就這麼在眼前了，需得把握時機，已經錯過了好幾個了，不是你死就是我活。
於是那劍軟綿綿的遞入了她的肌膚，在那肥女人一垂垂肥肉之間的夾縫，很不甘脆的劍法，但至少還是起了奏效，鋒利的銳面慢慢的深入，因殺手的膽怯而不乾淨，那女人也正在慢慢的死亡，血越流越多，傷口染了一片紅，暈開並且漸漸的擴散於整件衣賞
- Aug 12 Wed 2009 00:44
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pauses while reading
night reads the day to me, your
face rewinds like a movie, a stampede
trample through the pages of a navy sky, then
- Jul 30 Thu 2009 15:06
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day four - as a surrealist
then i came to seriously consider days without you, this day four of me as a surrealist,
an artist independent from any reason or line, and so that when i think of you, all ends melt
like exposed ice cream and drip past my order like hot wax, that when you come across me disguised as a customer,
i have forgotten how my face used to writhe as a dying rose away from the sun, that suddenly my hands were following
an artist independent from any reason or line, and so that when i think of you, all ends melt
like exposed ice cream and drip past my order like hot wax, that when you come across me disguised as a customer,
i have forgotten how my face used to writhe as a dying rose away from the sun, that suddenly my hands were following
- Jul 29 Wed 2009 14:51
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DayThree - a flood occurs
day three my heart ponders at the possibility of an extension, a bridge between
an unmeasurable distance called time, and a future i foretold called forgetting, but the sight
of an accidental dark stroke upon my pale pillow reigned my heart for a bit, then the scent of you
- Jul 28 Tue 2009 14:35
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DayTwo - a chemistry equation
the reminiscent of a made bed reminds me of your last departure,
a morning seemingly so far but only have occurred as of today, earlier when
the sun was bleeding through the lighter portion of my curtains, and your
- Jul 27 Mon 2009 05:00
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DayOne - one solitary moment
for the amount of time i spent trying to describe a solitary moment worth mentioning between you
and I, it perhaps has been long enough for either of us to discover the meaning of love, and because its existence is mere, suddenly it
has become very apparent to me, once upon the middle of a night, that that very moment is actually mundane, not quite as romantic as
