February 2012
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any time a girl tells you she doesn't want...
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OBJECTive love: one of (pending) five.
i found her on a tuesday afternoon - or was it rather, she found me.
she was stunning in a yellow sun-dress, her face barely tanned from the spring sun, and i was speechless at the sight of her. we were both in the same third aisle from the right, (next to the bakeware, just before the hand towels,) of that corner store on sixth and bleeker. perhaps we saw each other at the same time, but before...
November 2010
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this year has been a disappointment. so much drama- yet no inspiration.
maybe i will try again this month. fingers crossed, followers.
February 2010
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January 2010
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December 2009
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voicing secrets
behind closed doors, the phone rang. and rang. and rang. _________________________________________________________ she was never one to speak up, speak down, or speak out of turn. her voice was soft like the spring breeze blowing by a window, and her timid personality wasn’t any different.
she wore a shy smile that always seemed to want to say more, and her dark hair covered her eyes so...
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sing about karma
sometimes, all it takes, is one night. one night for things to change. one night for the whole world to come undone. could it be karma? i never believed in such silly things; or rather - i never believed in anything. is that what made me so reckless? to never believe in rules, in fate, in consequences. answering that question has never left me so speechless. maybe, it was karma after all. it was...
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bus stops
The world is full of surprises; I believe that. In every moment, in every sidewalk, in every breath. Sometimes it could be some loose change dropped by a stranger, and other times, it can be a blooming flower within the cracks of cement rubble. It can even be a kiss from an unexpected love.
For me, it was him.
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I was never the most...
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yellow. if he were a color, he had to be yellow. why? because i said so. just kidding. but he was definitely yellow. he was ordinary - nothing extravagant, nothing showy, nothing like the silly gold stuff that so many people wish to own. he was simply, but surely, Yellow.
when he grinned, it was like this bright yellow sunshine, streaming through an orange summer day. and when he...
November 2009
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August 2009
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writer's muse.
writing is a quiet talent. it may not be pleasant to the ears, for there are those who read out loud and may stutter and stumble over the words. it may not be beautiful to the eyes, for there are those who must squint, or magnify, to clear the blurry print. the pages may feel rough against delicate fingerprints, and there is a smell of fading paper from a thousand pasts. it is not a boastful...
July 2009
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