Daily Archives: April 29, 2014

Voice of Sorrow

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Maami! This is not to be eaten The three-day-left eba with palmoil and salt Asake! The only thing left is this Though the smell is putrid We just have try so that we won’t throw up But the taste is … Continue reading →

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The Picture Frame

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It was nice of me in that frame No shame ever greeted my face I was the most handsome then Then, I was great with music Songs danced were worth danced Likewise, the proverb was worth acted on Still, I … Continue reading →

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Defining Meaning

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history is in constant mourning of all days prior thousand-yard stare across a panorama of nothing that used to be everything and the mind knows better than to simply wipe the slate clean – though, this will be to its … Continue reading →

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Lessons in Repetition

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concentration of moths confined in an area, defined by the streetlight’s narrow reach. carcinogenic smoke is nothing in the pitch-black, out of sight unless with infrared. god doesn’t notice and i evade his written list of people to slow-purge with … Continue reading →

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Cage

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shhh… just breathe fret no more it is time for they have always been there curling ideas seeding thoughts through whispered fogs tendrils writhing under prickly skin you wear way too tight for moving free it will only hurt a … Continue reading →

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Interrobang

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interrobang cough prancing pony feet outside my door nose barely crossing threshold gate into my dappled morning Ambrose Thompson

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The Crown

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In those days, White ants only posed It could not devour a stone You dared not dare the crown He ruled like a KING But was he just a king? The AKODA truly made watering mouths But only for the … Continue reading →

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Suffocating

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It began in open windows and although These windows were a bit tinted I believed In space in time through the erasing Of time itself; this was needed most To be gone, therefore, forgotten Breeze in the backyard From the … Continue reading →

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