Tuesday, September 30, 2008

The tech guy.

HE reeked of cigarettes and electronic oil, dripping down invisibly upon his musty hands. Cursing under his breath here and there, he wiped the smudge on his nose and cheeks onto his black drab uniform.

"It's so slow," he groaned at the Intel Inside, boasting of a "Premium-4" status (whatever that means). "This takes forever to load."

I quietly nodded and said, "Yeah." In a sense, I felt like I shouldn't disagree with him.

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*practicing the prose* This is based on one of the men I saw working in the library.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

This is my Rosetta Stone.

*pending idea*

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i m n V o U
i m n h r U
i m n d r U


(i am in "love" of you)
(i am in hopes for you)
(i am in dreams for you)

-- pending poem idea.

this is my rosetta stone.


an abstract conglomeration of my own "language" and hieroglyphics.

Friday, September 26, 2008

Beauty

i met Beauty today.
before i could meet her gaze,
she sprinted toward the light
hoping that the uv rays would
wipe off her scars and youthenize
her figure.

she would not speak to me;
her lips were taped with
ancient cassette film and dollar bills.

she could not hear me, either;
her ears were warped in awkward contortions
to forever never let her headphones
fall off her head.

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(may revise later)

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This is what happens when you wake up, suddenly, to find that "you've changed", and that beauty is only so delicate and transient.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

YOU.

I can't tackle the problem since I'm already too entrenched in my old ways.
And I can't seem to look forward because I'm already drunk in the haze.
You can't flash away my blind techniques because, really, they are blind.
Oh how I wish I could understand you and me; especially your kind.

Is this the true meaning of strength? Bitt-er/ cold-er/ re-ality.
(thats what happens when i start to straye awaye)

Oh no, but I come back again smooth and strong, but perhaps weak all along.
The answers were useless to my plugged ears, I can't quite listen (though I'm learning).

i feel like an indecent monk,

robbed of morals and virtues
(but not really).

two weeks ago,
didn't strike a very close goal
(as in, goal-oriented).

but it's a lot better than
three months ago
(as in, goal-oriented).

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Dear Lord,
help me as I get through this.
I know I can do this.