Tag Archives: sorrow

Reeds

If almost any man were made to feel the grief you feel they would go mad, stark raving insane. The reeds blow in the wind. They are pale and white, and the wind that moves them carries tears. The storm … Continue reading

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I

I Upon reflection there are probably some hidden reasons as to why, but for now I Will behave with dignity and heroism and not act out, not react with words or actions there’s something wrong only its beyond my comprehension … Continue reading

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Addiction

I look at the city, laid out before me, through a veil of tears, the living city that never sleeps, like a monster or a star. And I wonder why I did it, why I chose to do it,why I … Continue reading

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What Whispers Look Like

Hanging in those blue, gossamer, shimmery, almost insubstantial, subtle, silent, movement, like when the bamboo  woods behind grandfather’s house turn blue-grey- like when the whole world turns grey-shapeless- almost- grey lumps floating like cymerings in that surreal dream world- just … Continue reading

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kites

Broken kites skimming the trees, from above they look like cake- all frosted with those delicious irregular lumps that aunt shouldn’t have put in-Giant brokenness in the sky, with golden wheels and a bent scraggly dead tree-  its rider- We … Continue reading

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the walls between our gardens

If only we knew the walls between our gardens If only we knew how to walk on them like we used to, and meet on them,like we once did Why, oh why, did we forget?  

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The Candied House

 Although Ms. Thatwackyperson loved humor, and probably lived by making the world just a little more funny, there were times in life that she felt incredibly sad. Sorrowful, and conscience stricken she sat in an old rickety rocking chair in … Continue reading

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