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    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: The Usual

    we always come back.

    I'm still alive.

    ...Created 2010-07-22 11:48:53

    dotsJournal: ...dots
    Mood: The Usual

    It took me about 15 minutes to remember my username, and then another 10 to remember my password.

    I've missed this place.

    ...Created 2009-03-15 08:58:36

    dotsJournal: ....dots
    Mood: The Usual

    All India will ever be, fits in the palm of your hand

    I should have been there that night you lay
    buried in sheets
    wondering how something so small
    could bring a grown man to his knees.

    But these things,
    the tiniest mouth, nose, hands,
    are anything but small
    not when they were never given the chance to grow

    not when they make you want
    to burst into the sky
    burn feet, rubber,
    whatever will move faster on tarmac
    to get away

    outrun the moment that closes in
    when she took her first breath

    or each hour that followed,
    where you wish you had taken pause
    more often.

    You force one too many painkillers
    down your throat
    to dull the senses
    because addiction is better

    anything is better

    than this hurt that you cannot grasp,
    that has you doubled up,
    and this is the only way you know
    how to make it stop.

    Until you see her, carved in gold on yellow pencils
    on maps, in newspapers
    wishing her name had not been
    so uncommon
    and yet


    until you hear a cry, similar in pitch, or desperation

    or until, for no apparent reason,
    the sky is overcast,
    and you know, the sea surrounding the rock on which she lies,
    becomes angry, crashing ineffectually against stone
    the water exploding into a thousand pieces

    and the island stands

    to these injustices

    to this,



    ...Created 2007-10-03 07:06:35

    dotsJournal: blogdots
    Mood: The Usual

    i have a new blog. i don't pay it much attention... leave it home alone for days on end. but sometimes I remember that it's there waiting for me and an entry materialises out of nowhere. comments on the other hand, don't..

    what does it take to get people to read your blog? even if it's 'mediochre'

    ...Created 2007-02-24 08:39:04

    dotsJournal: ...dots
    Mood: disappointed

    I am currently an unemployed bum.

    I have all the time on my hands to write.

    And I'm completely uninspired.

    I thought about writing about my 3 year old nephew's prayer to God to help him find the way to Disney World.. or about this guy who's selling his love on ebay (so far he's reached $86).. or about how I shouldn't have been so sensible and gone to Amsterdam after all even if I couldn't really afford it.

    And yet for some reason I don't want to write any of it down.

    ...Created 2006-10-03 19:07:05

    dotsJournal: ...dots
    Mood: The Usual


    ...Created 2006-08-17 09:17:46

    dotsJournal: ...dots
    Mood: The Usual

    This lack of inspiration has me revisiting old projects. I'm venturing into visual poetry once again. It would help if I knew how the heck to put a photo in my journal. But I don't. So this annoying link will have to do:

    ...Created 2006-08-12 12:13:42

    dotsJournal: Anna's Poemdots
    Mood: The Usual

    (temporary title for a temporary poem)

    two rosaries hang
    from the alabaster statue
    of the virgin
    next to Anna's bed

    the rosaries, they sway
    when the virgin
    wants you to know
    she is there

    there is no breeze

    Anna sits on her bed
    drinking gin

    she gets up
    places the vase of red flowers
    from a lover
    in front of the statue
    and goes back
    to her side of the bed

    ...Created 2006-05-11 13:18:28

    dotsJournal: ...dots
    Mood: Tired

    "Before the series of predictable chords
    completes a phrase
    the songs tone moves her to sadness

    she stiffens
    feeling manipulated and resentful

    she imagines his hand
    sliding over her shoulder
    beneath her hair
    the back of his fingers
    soft against her neck

    she closes her eyes
    sees that smile
    and hears his voice

    calling her cynical"

    paul madonna

    ...Created 2006-04-07 20:57:52

    dotsJournal: ....dots
    Mood: Too much at once...

    We went from an epidemic of crazed nationalism to the daily grind in the space of one night.

    Egypt won the African Cup and we celebrated with tablas and flags and dancing on tables at the Jazz Club of all places.

    And the next day, we sobered up to the fact that it's mid February and we have to do a month's work in the space of 3 or 4 days.

    I am on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

    And yet I've never been happier.

    ...Created 2006-02-14 14:30:33

    Be kind, take a few minutes to review the hard work of others <3
    It means a lot to them, as it does to you.

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    Bond written by saartha
    Every..... written by jackz
    written by Daniel Barlow
    Wavelength written by saartha
    Supernatural Cowboy Sleuth (final) written by endlessgame23
    AI written by poetotoe
    Fasade written by jackz
    written by Daniel Barlow
    Sleep Talk written by Queen_of_spades
    Supernatural Cowboy Sleuth (6) written by endlessgame23
    Pain, an elixir. written by Ramneet
    Your Lover written by Cordell
    the living moment written by ShyOne
    Brigit written by endlessgame23
    Supernatural Cowboy Sleuth (5) written by endlessgame23
    The Severed Head written by HisNameIsNoMore
    Cosmic Dreams written by Chelebel
    Red Barn written by rev.jpfadeproof
    World I No Longer Want written by ForgottenGraves
    I will call out your name written by RisingSon
    4th of July written by layDsayD
    Happy Saint Patrick's Day written by poetotoe
    Primitive Lapse written by Crestfallenman
    Devils in the Details written by endlessgame23
    Still Fighting See? written by ForgottenGraves
    Supernatural Cowboy Sleuth (7) written by endlessgame23
    Summer written by layDsayD




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