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CONVERSATION 27 Aug 2013 | 07:17 am
There was no end to looking inside. I was crumbling. Unnamed homing in of anguish, not knowing me. The wasted questions of revival. A depleted dawn of a failed sun? A river war between two h...
LOFTY PEAKS 27 Aug 2013 | 07:17 am
The ashes will come back in mauve, in furrowed face of hunger. I will wait for the clouds to welcome the blue flames. I was the one to walk on time and squeeze the truth for finding the essen...
SUSPENDED 26 Aug 2013 | 09:17 am
I had not imagined that you will start an inquiry into the creeping fog under the estranged moon. Oh, sorrow you had taken away my sun when I was still rooted in night. Wading through narcissi ...
SUSPENDED 25 Aug 2013 | 09:06 am
I had not imagined that you will start an inquiry into the creeping fog under the estranged moon. Oh, sorrow you had taken away my sun when I was still rooted in night. Wading through narcissi ...
What else can I do? 24 Aug 2013 | 04:07 pm
By Stanley Collymore Morally as well as practically I categorically know the difference between yes and no, and that obviously goes for sex as well. My problem however, in spite of the aforementio...
Franchoice 24 Aug 2013 | 04:05 pm
By Stanley Collymore Due to successful endeavours and a phenomenal number of requests for me to do so I’ll be franchising my body; so which part of it are you most interested in? © Stanley V. ...
WHO WAS ME? 24 Aug 2013 | 08:52 am
A misbelief breaks into rags. Still I dream of some gods on black pages piecing together the words of light. The rains come in the cage of tears, voicelessly. Striated muscles of splintered fa...
UNJOINTED 23 Aug 2013 | 08:44 am
Watching the externalism I was playing a squid in deep waters to save the raging sears of life. Was it a soft intellect to believe in goodness, when rains had ceased to come and seeds were covere...
EVERLASTING 22 Aug 2013 | 08:58 am
A name breaks on the tip of a pen. Like a wildflower after a violet end. The yellow stripes will enter the past, retracing the path of failures. I pick up a broken thread to weave a shade of ...
AFTERTASTE 21 Aug 2013 | 06:52 am
That targeted sleep will not come at once in the tamed night. A shifted pain lifts the irretrievable word shamed at edge. The godwings weave the rhyme of flight for the wedding of death. You ...
