29th May, 2008
A Brave and Startling Truth
A Brave and Startling Truth
Maya Angelou
American Poet, Author and Actress
We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth
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29th October, 2007
End.
Everything ends in water:
The sand is shattered
And is still sighing with every wave.
The bitter boulders
Are hard but resigned.
The well-gouged cliffs
Don’t miss anything anymore.
The mountain knows, at a distance
It will soon come to this.
This sea wall where I stand
Looking out and on
Has been stubborn for years.
The edge of my
eye.
Everything will end
Soon
Like all love will.
- “end,” by Nerisa del Carmen Guevara
from Reaching Destination
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It hurts to be conscious of nothing but your absence.
Transitions can still hurt like hell.
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22nd May, 2007
It wasn’t that.
It wasn’t the loving each other or the knowing they could never be together. It wasn’t the wind in the eaves of the empty house, or the bone-dry rattle of pills… It wasn’t waking, with her dead and you too all alive. It was the way your fingers shook. It was knowing that you would never get another chance. — Neil Gaiman, “Despair #5″ from SANDMAN: Endless Nights
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I actually had to painstakingly type the words in the Notes section of my phone, as I tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, leafing through the Sandman graphic novel in Powerbooks. :P Moocher. Hahah.
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9th December, 2006
Photopoesis 1: This scar shimmers in the afterglow
You, my dear, are sculpted poetry. Your lithe figure speaks the curves of your soul, your eyes the notes of a song still unsung. We smell the rosemary in your tears as we taste the music of your smile — it is the same smile that conceals the death of stars. We hear you singing-living-mourning in this vacuum, where feather-light happiness once resided; so tonight, the nightingale can only bleed silence.
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