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April | 2015 | the streak
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Monthly Archives: April 2015. FACE time Vs SCREEN time. April 5, 2015. About a month ago my friend challenged me to go 15 days without using my phone, and being me I couldn’t say no.I thought this would be a piece of cake but I was so wrong, the first week was like telling a coke addict to abruptly STOP, it’s next impossible. We need to start prizing the meaning of quality in our connections, not sheer quantity. So what are we doing with 3000 friends on the Internet? Why are we texting all the time?
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False hope – rajashehryar
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July 21, 2015. July 21, 2015. Those are destined to wait. For those whose pleasure’s love. The thirst has scourged. Burning their soul in the horizon above. Till their tears have created the sea. Who need it be parted. By long living slumber of the loved. Whose picture is crafted. By the mimicry of truth. The false hope of desire. Sinfully living of reality. Of scars fed by fire. This is his new low. For he is trapped. In longing her each day. In searching her each day. In this sorrow he is wrapped.
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Taste….. | the streak
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March 10, 2015. Pour the wine slowly. Let it linger in the glass. Lift the glass so lightly. On your lips let it pass. The taste of my passion. Feel the warmth when you sip. This kiss will be forever. As it flows across your lip. 8220;Imagine…….”. One thought on “Taste….”. April 1, 2015 at 4:06 pm. Very nice, this one. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email. One day at tym.
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Prayer – rajashehryar
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July 21, 2015. July 21, 2015. Oh God I ask you. How oh how can she be mine. Were my sins too much? Is it scripted she will never be thine? Oh give me the power to hear her heart. What doesn’t she want me? Each day I die to be resurrected. This foolish love daunts me. I wish not to pry. I wish not to cry. Don’t make go this low. Or else make me whole. Give me something she loves. Or something to fill this hole. May it be a voice to sing her close. Or riches to bring her close. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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loudjuvenile – loudjuvenile
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Back To The Garden. May 20, 2015. The ground shook – midnight it was. I exited my home to view the outiside – why did it shake so? Upon my entry to the outside world the flowers were dead. Withered, weeping, wildly wretched. Turning to dust at first touch, the flowers blew away into the nothingness. I buried my hands into the murderous soil. Upon removing them from the soil they were covered in blood. My hands were know stained a deep scarlet. I went to the river at once – to wash the scarlet away. Leavi...
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Back To The Garden – loudjuvenile
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Back To The Garden. May 20, 2015. The ground shook – midnight it was. I exited my home to view the outiside – why did it shake so? Upon my entry to the outside world the flowers were dead. Withered, weeping, wildly wretched. Turning to dust at first touch, the flowers blew away into the nothingness. I buried my hands into the murderous soil. Upon removing them from the soil they were covered in blood. My hands were know stained a deep scarlet. I went to the river at once – to wash the scarlet away. Otis&...
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Karmic Ruin | In All My Dyke Ability
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In All My Dyke Ability. Ramblings of an Australian Dyke. As sons grow into men. The role of dutiful son;. The singular fatherly inheritance. His masculinity a life long performance. There can be no reflection. On the old frail woman. Unable to challenge or run. She can only sit and absorb. The woman before him. She is not the same. Each sunrise is new. What happened in the past. Is to let go of the ruin. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). Top Posts and Pages.