heroic birds on twisted twigs
green anthems fragment my nonchalance
cutting my breath into tiny stories
the whole life becomes a mirage
snow white pebbles i collect
and rich, tough thorns i dread
distant bridges stitching those disconnected
all worth a dime dig out jewels
Snow in Baghdad after about 100 yrs! NYtimes says, "A welcome change of conversation for the Iraqis"
My life at point-blank range. Written and narrated to make known the walls I broke and the bridges I built
Friday, January 25, 2008
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From nothing to everything
Cygnus The Wreck of S.S. Needle - Cult of Luna & Julie Christmas What an absolute killer collaboration between the two. The entirety ...
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Like thin smoke from the ash of 'my' cigarette disappearing into the Grey background in random directions, my mind wanders and puz...
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Continuing with Manish's lines... She ran her hands over his face, his hair, tears streaming down her face all the while... The beautifu...
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I really need to step over my mind to think about the approaching exams. I sit with my chin propped on my hands but soon realise that am sit...
2 comments:
i wish i was in bag-dad ;)
Lovely lines. Bit more connection between then would have been great.
But lines as such are lovely
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