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Figments of a Dream: July 2011
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Wednesday, July 20, 2011. There is indeed someone else. Me, another selfish,. Instead of being thankful. My heart and mind chose to wander. There is indeed someone else. Eyes fell upon this face,. Upon that face;. Touched that shoulder,. There is indeed someone else. From the bone structure,. To the proportion of the features,. And the colour of the skin and eyes,. The firmness of the muscles. To the attention attained,. And the treatment I get. There is indeed someone else. And I always fall back to the.
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Figments of a Dream: Three Cuts for My Darling
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Thursday, September 3, 2009. Three Cuts for My Darling. For the times you. Pour your smiles on. Deformed face of mind. I lick and savour. The crimson warmth,. Like your every hug. Honey on my wouds. That reminded me of. Every word you said to me,. I shall never forget. And you will find me. Asleep in my bed,. Like a child, undisturbed. That tomorrow is a better day. That is if I forget today. How easy it is to say. But how difficult it is to do. That's why I was asleep,. That's why I'll never awake.
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Figments of a Dream: October 2009
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Saturday, October 10, 2009. The worst lie I told,. Was that I told our little friends. That I deleted them:. The only truth I know. Is that the more I hide. The more you haunt my sleep. I spent time convincing myself,. That if I were to see you,. I will walk away not knowing you. There, my blatant lie. And everytime I see your face,. Breath escapes in a gasp. This much is true. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Free shoutbox @ ShoutMix. A Pile of Junk.
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Figments of a Dream: The Moment: Sinking into the Night
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Thursday, April 29, 2010. The Moment: Sinking into the Night. Most of the time, you either sleep through the night, stare through the night, or you dance through the night. No, you never sink through the night. You never felt the languid ripples the wind sends forth as you breathe in the chilly air, the way they melt your skin and diffuse into it to make you one of them. You never bathed in the water of the night and take in the coldness of it. The coldness which was, at the same time, familiar and homely.
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Figments of a Dream: Someone Else
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Wednesday, July 20, 2011. There is indeed someone else. Me, another selfish,. Instead of being thankful. My heart and mind chose to wander. There is indeed someone else. Eyes fell upon this face,. Upon that face;. Touched that shoulder,. There is indeed someone else. From the bone structure,. To the proportion of the features,. And the colour of the skin and eyes,. The firmness of the muscles. To the attention attained,. And the treatment I get. There is indeed someone else. And I always fall back to the.
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Figments of a Dream: December 2009
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Tuesday, December 15, 2009. 去年、今天、是我在你怀里，. 星坠、梦尽：我已醒。 无痛、无声、唯红血滴滴，. 8220;晚安，亲爱的，”我微笑地走下去，. Links to this post. December 15: You . Me. Where is this lust and wine in green? You on the dance floor, December 15,. Caressing someone's delicate waist, flirting;. This day, last year, it was I you were holding,. And our talks about meteor showers and an eclipse. A fallen star, a dream ends: reality, I am in. From dream to dust, it is your ignorance I am thanking. It ended, this intimate game imbued with sin,.
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Figments of a Dream: The Moment: Arsenic Wine
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Friday, September 4, 2009. The Moment: Arsenic Wine. Sleepwalking, I stumbled upon glass of wine. Burgundy juice, serenely resting in its crystal prison, not a ripple. I dipped a finger into it, shuddered, because it was cold. Like a nearly frozen lake in the middle of winter, I thought. My finger started to stir it: maybe I could make it warm. Warm enough to drink. Yet I still went back for it. Perhaps I wanted to end it like this, with pain and misery. It's easier to give up this way, isn't it? The Mom...
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Figments of a Dream: December 15: You . Me
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Tuesday, December 15, 2009. December 15: You . Me. Where is this lust and wine in green? You on the dance floor, December 15,. Caressing someone's delicate waist, flirting;. This day, last year, it was I you were holding,. And our talks about meteor showers and an eclipse. A fallen star, a dream ends: reality, I am in. From dream to dust, it is your ignorance I am thanking. It ended, this intimate game imbued with sin,. I was the one who still insisted on playing. The season of daffodils, December 15,.
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Figments of a Dream: May 2009
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Sunday, May 17, 2009. Like the fading rays of the sun, sinking into the vermilion horizon: butterscotch and rose. I've been counting the times we meet each other. Every meeting is an event to be cherished, to be engraved in the fleshy tablet of my heart. Because any of it could be our last. Of course, he doesn't know and he wouldn't know. Perhaps he won't even care. He sees beyond the purplish sunset into the twilight. His is the furthest star, whilst mine is the constellation of Virgo. Links to this post.
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