January 2012
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Jan 16th
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Jan 11th
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Jan 8th
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December 2011
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the things I hear at night
The faint car siren from the other street is like the lullaby of my heart. Distant, yet alarming every nerve of my body. A constant rhythm of a reminder that I’m trying not to dwell upon to. I guess someone tried to steal the steering wheel or the stereo of the car. But before they could get too close, the sound of the alarm drove the carjacker away into the darkness. Running around in...
Dec 19th
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August 2011
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Pathos Qua Nous - Feeling Insofar As Mind: Charles... →
pathosquanous: A few things to keep in mind while sitting down to write a poem: Don’t tell the readers what they already know about life. Don’t assume you’re the only one in the world who suffers. Some of the greatest poems in the language are sonnets and poems not many lines longer than that, so don’t…
Aug 20th
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July 2011
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Jul 28th
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Jul 22nd
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6/13/11 - On the move again
Summer always holds a certain promise for me it may be about something small, not doing anything. wasting my days away, melting away with the heat of the sun. staying up late watching movies, talking to friends till dawn drinking till dawn anything actually that involves staying up till morning and sleeping in until past lunch. Long road trips to unfamiliar places and going to beach...
Jul 4th
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Jul 5th
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June 2010
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Jun 29th
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Jun 25th
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Life Is But A Joke
We are all going to perish sooner or later in this world full of drawbacks and self-doubt our constant languish and desperation will end   sooner or later we will rise from our failure and learn from our mistakes ending our constant languish and desperation giving us a moment of pure bliss with a hint of ecstasy   we will rise from our failure and learn from our mistakes life is but a joke to...
Jun 15th
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Keep my heart warm like coffee on a rainy day, drizzled with sugar -Nicole Afable
Jun 11th
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Dimming Lights
  the dark seems a little darker these days-    the world a bit less wonderful-       North America   seeing dramatic decline  in fireflies.    Thailand                 losing the    lumi- nescent beetles. For centuries they blinked along Thai rivers with splendid synchronicity.           visitors compared their lights to chandeliers                   Locals were able to fish solely by their...
Jun 10th
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Face
 There is another you inside you The you inside you pulls you tight into the inside, so your fingernails curl inward and your outer ears swirl into the inside of your body you would probably leave this life the moment the you inside you lets go of the hand that grabs you Your face stays frozen in motion as the you inside you pulls you hard at times, that face leans towards mine outside of you and...
Jun 6th
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house of lies
our solid foundation is love the concrete has sparks we have rooms of wonder lust and passion a lawn growing with questions a garage filled with unsaid words a basement full of mystery and our walls made of lies and charade - Nicole Afable
Jun 5th
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cars on road
Whoosh! The winds sound as it passes through the speeding cars’ metal frame and structure The engine grumble to reach his destination the driver steps on gas feeling the rush of acceleration of his speed. Stopping in time - Nicole Afable A Haiku poem, i gave it my best shot.
Jun 4th
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May 2010
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contamination
waves of sinking feelings that hurls around in the depths of my stomach; slowly creeping in through my esophagus, desperately trying to get out; clogging my throat urging myself to gag it out, to get it out of my system. but the stupid feelings are just stuck there; going ‘round and ‘round in my stomach esophagus and throat. complicating my body functions and thoughts. -...
May 30th
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a phantoum
An oasis of words, contained in this paper Take flight only within my mind Tasted, chewed, swallowed to nourish That part of me that thirsts for story Take flight only within my mind Syllables flying in and out of my ears That part of me that thirst for story Calling for more Syllables flying in and out of my ears Consuming words with my whole being Calling for more Cravings of language...
May 30th
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May 26th