Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Prose

Dreams. Sailing down the river.
Drifting alongside white bedsheets.
Like scores of musical notes.

Notes. We scribbble our memories quickly.
Nullifying our anxiety.
Pacifying our mind.
Like a baby given love.

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My heart. Flips flops, and changes like a marionette.
Someone is standing in the shadows.
Pulling my strings.

His eyes. Fleeting glances yet hurtful moments.
How I vacillate in my desire of control.
Tug, Loose.

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Somnambule. I thought I could cry when I woke up.
Because I was hit by a mortal wound.
So deeply and fixedly.
By the brute strength of my feelings.

Reveiller. Tears be dry, as love scorches thy heart.
Hurt not thee,
to Love in Glee.

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I enjoyed the evening spent with someone whom we still haven't sorted out how we first got to know each other. Ha... never mind, as we said, "it doesn't matter".
*hug*


dk scribbled
5:09 PM
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