| Monday, April 02, 2007 |
The Boy Inside the Turtle
Yesterday was an extra-long day
for the boy with no arms
or legs. Neighborhood children
played outside his window.
A soft machine, they circled,
joined hands, closed eyes,
jumped up and down: shoelaces,
giggles moving in time.
One caught the boy peering.
The boy contorted out of sight,
his breaths lumped on one another
like cows in a meat house.
He twisted too slow. Look,
it's the turtle! The children
gassed like an audience
responding to a laugh sign.
He shifted his weight left to right
back left, again right,
then fell from his chair—a pilot
bailing out of a crashing plane.
He was familiar with this
falling. So was his mother.
She'd surrounded his chair
with six layers of towels.
He waited there like a spilled bucket
of green paint. When he no longer heard
any semblance of playing,
he called his mom for help.
-Jeffrey McDaniel
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..so lately i have been in
this stay-up-till 7am, ungrammatical, nostalgic, talk to myself. paranoid, insomniac, wide eyed, and a little intense. okie maybe little is an
understatement. wish i knew if i wanted stability more than the complete range of emotions and
melodrama. if only life could be summarized in one simple word...good or bad. -im
too young to be stuck somewhere in the middle, sitting on a fence and whining
about it. no, i cant write an intro for myself, hence i ask you to read the damn
blog. maybe.. you'll find out more through my posts. n in the meanwhile take a panadol handy.. .
Terror Alert Level -
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dynasty - |
One crow sorrow
Two crows mirth
Three crows a joining
Four
crows a birth
Five crows lucky
Six crows cold
Seven crows a
secret
Never to be told
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mantra - |
- Lately...
When I was a child
a story was told
about the devil
and a girl so bold.
He offered her riches,
a fortune of gold,
and lovers abound.
But she lifted her soul,
she lifted her soul clean.
Like the story was told
on a dark country road
the same man appeared to me...
But I reached, I reached
through the rain to the Devil's feet.
Now twenty years later
to the place I return where I scorned the angels
for a passion that burned.
There set in a tree
a knot twisted and turned,
the face of a creature Hell bound.
So long ago
could my mind've played jokes on me?
As darkness sets in,
unavoidable sin,
the truth I try not to believe....
That I reached, I reached
through the rain to the Devil's feet.
-by Azure Ray
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ode to meaning.. |
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One Tree Hill - New
Zealand.
Dedicated to Xulfee Bhai, who chose to die in the Summer of 2003 Oct 7.
_________________
Numb by Linkin Park
And i know
I may end up failing too
But i know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you..
I've become so Numb...I can't feel you there.
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moon phase |
| calculated distractions |
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broken promises .. |
said he: tum jaisay doosron say bhaagti ho aur chupati ho .. wohi mere saath bhi kiya.... "
~*~ current mood ...
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coffee files... |