Words clinging to each other

June 10, 2009

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Words clinging to each others tails: Y inextricably pinned to U where a question forces its presence. R pines for the adjective that is wont to be elusive, left bereft of the subject, its sole purpose. Words clinging to each others tails: looking for disorder in ordered space.

Posted in: Poetic rambles

Anchored

February 7, 2011

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Theirs was a simple marriage. Each moment was planned, precise, uncomplicated. Their relationship finely balanced, like the two arms of a clock. Their life evenly spaced like an uncluttered face of a timepiece. He worked the office; she worked the home. He filled the bank accounts; she filled the stomachs. It was a simple marriage. […]

Posted in: About "them"

Up the Path of Sorrow

August 6, 2010

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Posted in: Travel

Eye of the Storm

May 20, 2010

2

Soft brown eyes Flirt with mine Watching my gaze Catching my sight I feint a move He falters but catches on He settles on my lips leaving a palpable kiss just as they part to form half-hearted retorts The mood shifts The rules change It’s no more a game it’s war Fiery eyes meet cheeky […]

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Bubblegum

March 13, 2010

2

did Maugli have the last laugh after all?

Posted in: Memories

almost whole

November 23, 2009

5

She looks well put together. She has what people would call the near perfect look. Clothes carefully paired with earrings that bring out the right shade of blue in her well-fitting yet not revealing shirt. Hair pulled back in a loose knot begging fingers to pull out the pins. Lips coloured a natural pink turned […]

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Ha*Ev*Af*?

June 10, 2009

2

spinning thoughts swirled around melting touches. dizzied senses steadied by half gasped moans dissolved in pages of silence echoing one question… where does this story end?

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Dusty

June 10, 2009

1

A random glance leads to a searching stare What do we look for in each other? Insecurities echoed? Failures replicated? Are we In quest Of a shelf on which to lay our lives In the hope that each weakness Is covered in layers of Fine Sparkling Dust.

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