Showing posts with label Sorrow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sorrow. Show all posts

Monday, April 7, 2014

Thirteen Impressionles meanings

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Wandering!  a blue-orange ballad!
Adrift on a faded-purple, disintegrated-widely-decomposed wash-cloth,




Wearing my prized sandpaper hairdo!
Ataractic scorching-(dark-moss)-green flaming ethereal caress..



Ominously the night birds examine the vacuum which is....
A top the Hill of my tomorrow,
"But what has become of your yesterday"?

Embracing the s i len ce d---c y p  he r    of Catartia.
Colourless
Smiley face

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

And then it happened…

And then it happened...

And then it happened…

Before, kn-though-e-t-w… Though it what, …. light?
flicker; blink.

machine-like piercing/soothing sound… 
warm, flappy-flappy, soaring weightless uplifting … MSILE!!!S!@!

flicker; blink.

I was sitting, back.. in my cold seat, un-warmed by another’s recent settling… back on the metro…and it was like it n.e..v…..r…
no strings attached right???

Monday, July 29, 2013

Meaningless Frivolities....

What is important in life?
Wonder this as I sit here wasting my time.  Realising that the seemingly most important thing in life, is the love for one another.  We perish, and thus so does the love for ourselves, but the impact on others influences and affects society as a whole.  A selfless action, thus perpetually benefits for-evermore  in the smallest way.  Similarly, a selfish one negatively impacts in an indefinitely long way....
Hence materialism, and the general undermining of others for our Ozymandian selfishness is pointless.  Life ends almost quicker than it begins, at least it should be made the better of.  

A Self Portrait

I stare,

Looking into my eyes,
They look back at me,
empty fullness.



Piti?
Full meaninglessness,
I looked into my eyes,
They looked back at me,
empty fullness.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

dans ma mémoire....

Chaque fois:
que je te vois,
    je te vois et je te revois,,
      car bientôt je ne te verras pas...,
    que t'entend,,
          je t'entend et je t’étudie,,
               car bientôt le silence tomberas. Vide. privée de ton Rire. Vide; ton SouRire? . .  .
                  que je te touche,
                                  je te caresse chaque détail,,,,,
                                                     mémorisant ce que ne existerait p.  .    .




                                     pour même si je ;ne ,Te Connaîtrait plus..,
                                                                     tu serras toujours; ici, ,, , , , ,, , ,
                                                                                         vivant chaque moment avec moi, , , ,, , ;
                                                                                                                              partagent ma vie;






dans ma mémoire....
Chaque
te re
ne
silence  privée ton
im
chaque
mémorisant
Connaît
ici
chaque avec 
maotre
Dans. Ma. Mémoire.