Devious Journal Entrybring it in
(steady)
the shuttling of extravagance outside.
-bristled words-
i was only dreaming.
a recurrent dream,
loosing my breath
as words disappear.
but as i wake, i know
concealed somewhere,
is a prefigured word.
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Continuum of Our FriendshipContinuum of Our Friendship . . .Continuum of Our Friendship
So much is left between us that I try to know by heart. Surviving what is left is a bare wavering across the rippling of air, secular reserve undesecrated.
As the sky releases
its purple coat, I thought about the fissure - faked prism, the soundless luminescence that ripens my throat when we share so platonically. Like now.
As I try to learn by heart what is left of us, a frost lines around each pulse; I can bear swimmming in ice pools but I am afraid afrai
Viewing the WallsViewing the Walls . . . . .Viewing the Walls
There are whispered visits of the mind to the walls, smearing secrets on its sides; companion of late night privacy sustaining my thoughts, my anguished beauty - extensions of me.
One year ago, I wondered nothing of this vertigo,
connecting its dull appearances with my texture
of guilt repititions and dreams' intricate rapture.
But one year ago, my presence was smoking up
the attic.
Each night now I would look at the slim views
where two worlds meet, prediciting which mortal sin
of mine will be di
Pour of RawPour of Raw . . . . .Pour of Raw
As if you don't see me by the green strangeness, in the grunting depths inhaling the pasty scent of your curry, the core of your tentative spectre.
I devour your words like worms before tumbling in the cubes of sunken flesh.
I may squeeze them out later, those consonants, every one. But now, now I am looking at you from within myself, trying not to swallow.
. . . jacqz/april28/2002
April BeadsApril Beads . . . .April Beads
Where was my skin when I talked of memories I am not sure I had, when I said : I'm tired of living like this.
(there was her voice there was the damp unsound there was my unquenched apology peeling unnoticed)
I reveal my trembling fingers the ones that dilate your gaze. I could be drawing you in reverse. Further.
Red black blend intent I bead for you, and try to build my heart - red thread red hole. You wear it without a veil; I pretend you wore i
MetaForestToday by SumalangitnawaSeptember 11, 2001Today by Sumalangitnawa
Riverside Train Station 3:25 pm
it is today. i just ate a plum. i like to eat when i travel. the sunny day has slowly morphed into a slightly hazy one. there is a pleasant breeze outside, warm. in the train, on the top deck, i am by myself again. i got here by bus and a little bit of walking. in the bus, a girl (oh, but i didn't really know this till i turned) tapped me on the shoulder, asked me if i am filipina. yes i said. small talk attempt, but i didn't feel like talking, as she was behind me and i was gonna end up with a crick in my neck if i had continued. she must've seen my shirt "Unibersid
*leaves a hug*
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luv you, jacqz.
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A labyrinthine tale of God.
They become life sustaining in their beauty and simplicity; toast and tea and a bird stealing your french fry become inspirations which make another's heart sing. You will be okay, Jacqz. I love you my friend, my sister.
*Huge, warm hug for the princess
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j
Riding a Phantom Lullaby
what you wrote is so beautiful. your words give me strength.
thanks, jacqz.
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