Tag: arts
member name: nadya k.
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April 29, 2007 12:11 PM EDT --
Strawberries and hypocrisies
are strewn by the way
that I place my choices
and make my day.
Water is the source of life
and my inspirational cue.
Let's have a clue
about who we think . . .
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May 08, 2007 01:46 PM EDT --
Unwanted rythms.
Unwanted desires.
For amounts
and accounts
that are dangled
daily.
Dwindling on a wire
in a selected frame.
Unable to escape
out of respect
fo the ancient
and the wise. . . .
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May 04, 2007 12:36 PM EDT --
While premiers are given powers
as the elephants fight
and the soldiers are charged
by armed gangs,
the court told the man:
'Admit to the theft of the poor
so that the domain . . .
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April 17, 2007 02:39 AM EDT --
Scramble me up
and serve me with fries.
This is the place where
the butterfly lies.
It will never be seen,
but will always be here,
kept in the place
that you hold your fear.
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May 04, 2007 12:28 PM EDT --
Behaviour crashes into waning:
Vision of bullets
come and play
and mismanagement
near children allows the whisper:
'Desire it because
it's a start - being evidence...'
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May 09, 2007 04:41 PM EDT --
The silver and velvet
clouds the midnight sky
and reaches down to earth
as it lets out a sigh.
When touched by the gentle breathing
of the restless sphere
the silvery moon that now connects . . .
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May 09, 2007 06:04 PM EDT --
Left -
For reckless survival,
heartaches and pain.
When autumn came
and leafs fell
in selfless sacrifice
and selfish suicide
doors closed on hearts
given back.
. . .
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April 29, 2007 11:32 AM EDT --
Actions of 'I want it'!
are coloured with porcelain
to move us to tradition
of finer feelings
that are healthy, moral, social,
where no excuses are allowed
for attacks that reward. . . .
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April 29, 2007 12:15 PM EDT --
Film corrupts crack
as low cost AWOL's
capsizing homes that
think in laser
but die in the smash.
by me.
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April 19, 2007 10:48 AM EDT --
Catch me
This is where I don't know anymore.
This is where I give in.
This is where I can't find myself
'cause I can see where I've been.
This . . .
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April 26, 2007 01:20 PM EDT --
Woman of the dark
in contents are a dainty girl
of completed declaration,
of dreamy investigation.
For the world is
- hypo-allergenic, dermatologically tested -
the . . .
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May 04, 2007 12:17 PM EDT --
More join the customary and natural
like 'meet the queen'
and 'answering machine'
or 'give a soul and get a life'.
And technology festers
into a plot . . .
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May 09, 2007 05:41 PM EDT --
A sleep
was it
that could be had
from rest in peace
on own account.
Sequentially then maybe
the trip shall take
all the bags
in a time
that no-one has.
by me.
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May 26, 2007 10:26 AM EDT --
Prolong the wager
and be the chips
that take the edge
and push on over
the
cliff.
Never stand up
with the shame on your face
so that all you'll have
is my embrace.
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April 23, 2007 02:21 AM EDT --
You can be my center.
You can be my verse.
You can be my rhyming reason.
You can be my curse.
You can be my world
and all I revolve around.
You can make me fly
And keep me on solid . . .
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April 25, 2007 12:49 PM EDT --
Teachers of our tears
reserve a fire for damage
and stare at the sun
that ghosts follow
in ancient confusion.
Firm promises are coloured
at your fingertips
like free sushi for
our well-healed . . .
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April 13, 2007 11:49 AM EDT --
Let me come out
to be myself.
Don't let me shout,
just open the door
and allow me to go out.
I am what I am.
No doubt I’m a man.
A skeletal man,
I must confess,
but even . . .
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May 17, 2007 03:48 PM EDT --
Start to execute
what matters most.
Push of ideas
and those close.
Stay in place
and never show true face.
by me.
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April 26, 2007 01:12 PM EDT --
Fantasy invents a fairground
that encircles the diary
of satisfied faces in the treatment
that is streamlined for passion
in the dark cirles of suicide;
sculpted to impress
the nominee of sophisticated . . .
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May 17, 2007 03:47 PM EDT --
The blood that flowed
was more of fear
as sheeps were
led to knives.
Screams were pressured
against the plates
as trusting fools turned
cold - TOMORROW's SALE!
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