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Poetry, prose, etc.: Speedball Lament
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Poetry, prose, etc. Tuesday, March 25, 2008. The blond superstar behind. The named woman in shackles. Had thrown his life away. To the only nemesis he acknowledged,. His flesh disappeared,. In record succession,. His blood less red,. Thinner than water,. His time long past. In four thick walls. And started tuning the strings. To respond in eulogy,. His sorrow an utmost secrecy,. His voice vibrating,. The third of the triangle pillar,. Strongest, enduring,. Stood before the grieving faces. A Peek into Time.
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Poetry, prose, etc.: Unpardoned
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Poetry, prose, etc. Sunday, June 22, 2008. She fills her drawer with letters she will never send to him, pleated sheets of paper whose margins are dabbed with inks and scripts he'd otherwise not hear said out loud. She has promised him in those letters that he would never have to spend a single moment by himself from then. Posted by Ria D. at 6:38 AM. Subscribe to Post Comments [ Atom. View my complete profile. For Layne, Ode to 1996. The Sides to a Coin. The Last Pleasant Day of his Life.
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Poetry, prose, etc.: Chance
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Poetry, prose, etc. Monday, February 04, 2013. Posted by Ria D. at 5:14 AM. Subscribe to Post Comments [ Atom. There's nothing much to say around here. You must have gotten it all figured out by the time you clicked the link to this. In any case, personal journals are found elsewhere. View my complete profile. His Name Was Jeff. Ready to be Reminded.
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Poetry, prose, etc.: Eclipse
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Poetry, prose, etc. Tuesday, May 20, 2008. You are static. There are no fluids running under your skin and within the veins. I blink lest you remain unchanged. A piece of stone. A dagger against my flesh. Posted by Ria D. at 5:17 AM. Subscribe to Post Comments [ Atom. There's nothing much to say around here. You must have gotten it all figured out by the time you clicked the link to this. In any case, personal journals are found elsewhere. View my complete profile. For Layne, Ode to 1996.
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Poetry, prose, etc.: His Name Was Jeff
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Poetry, prose, etc. Friday, June 26, 2009. His Name Was Jeff. His killer was hurled down to the floor all of a sudden as the warden bent over his body. He traced a finger on the golden hair as if to check if they too had life cut out of the strands. Nothing moved, no one breathed a sound. For the first time the dead man knew the absence of hunger. Didn't he deserve that above everyone else? Posted by Ria D. at 7:51 AM. Subscribe to Post Comments [ Atom. View my complete profile. Ready to be Reminded.
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Poetry, prose, etc.: remembering
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Poetry, prose, etc. Saturday, November 28, 2009. Telltale digits next to. Fogged names in my record book,. Guarded cells in a maximum security precinct. Where months were spent. In utter, utter revolt,. Not a toe out of the line,. Not a whisper in the warden's way. Slipping out, sensationalizing freedom,. I clamber the dirty way out. A thousand words, 180 days;. What doesn't amount to goodbye. In the long run. Mocks reality in the first place. Posted by Ria D. at 12:32 AM. View my complete profile.
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Poetry, prose, etc.: 2009
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Poetry, prose, etc. Tuesday, March 13, 2007. They found your bones. On a temple of rusty daggers. And ruled out murder and suicide. There were no candles, no blood,. No cuts to complete the ritual,. Only traces of poison,. Slight, run out. The TV flickered on. To outlive the legend;. The key was swallowed. And through the door,. They charged, discovered,. Of the fallen god. You sang of solitude,. You shunned what you owned,. Instead resorting to the vines,. A recluse in the dark,. You recall being maimed.
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Poetry, prose, etc.: Ready to be Reminded
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Poetry, prose, etc. Thursday, May 14, 2009. Ready to be Reminded. The engagement was 25 years old when he arrived. The platform was dusty under a heavy glare of sunlight, whence rose thousands of molecules that belonged to the dead and the buried and the germs that were not yet done eating them. They were careful, ever so careful not to mention her name to him. If someone so much as breathed it, he would snap. Posted by Ria D. at 12:57 PM. Subscribe to Post Comments [ Atom. View my complete profile.
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Poetry, prose, etc.: Hardbound (for Ray)
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Poetry, prose, etc. Friday, May 30, 2008. I love you with the solemnity. Of an old story. I have told and. Often as i read. The leaves, faded on corners,. Break on the occasion. The ink is clean. As i roll each letter. Off my tongue and into. Where they come together. Then, for bedtime, i pick. Of you, those clearest. Illustrations on the pages. Aided neither by headings. The margins around them. Are uniform, some spotless,. Some scrawled on with. Little, minor bits of. You; some underhand comments,.
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Poetry, prose, etc.: Hades's Ballad
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Poetry, prose, etc. Thursday, May 15, 2008. He had attempted to win her back with a movie ticket, dinner, and a speedy late night drive home from Taguig to the darkened alleys of Fairview. The evening was carefully chosen, to be followed by a loose morning and a possibility of a follow-up call. He didn’t know which prospect appealed to him more; his mind was singular, eye on the prize, his words stranded in his throat. The night had served its purpose, this time vowing never to be used this way again.
