have you seen that girl

have you seen that girl
that everybody says i used to be
have you seen that girl
where along the way did i lose me?

[l.a.w.]

[photo by sdq]

angel

people like you are the reason people (like me) still have some faith in humanity.

thank you.

and bless your kind, generous heart.

le diga, por favor, que dios le bendiga, que es nuestro angel.

tonight, you're mine, too.

speeding cars

here's the day you hoped would never come / don't feed me violins, just run with me through rows of speeding cars / the papercuts, the cheating lovers / the coffee's never strong enough / i know you think it's more than just bad luck / there, there, baby, it's just textbook stuff / it's in the ABC of growing up / now, now, darlin', oh don't lose your head / 'cause none of us were angels...

now what?

i've become that person. the one i feared i would become, years ago.

i need a me, for me. the one i wish i had had, years ago.

now what?

they'll never know

and i’m talking to myself at night
because i can’t forget
back and forth through my mind
behind a cigarette
and the message coming from my eyes
says leave it alone

[TWS]

i wasn't here

i wrote stories

i told dreams

i dreamt of wars

where did i die?

at page 200?

at 3 am?

at the outskirts of kabul?

who buried me?

the reader's hand?

my wife's caress?

the enemy's bulldozer?

when will i be born again?

in the next chapter?

with sunrise reveille?

in the spring weeds?

will you recognize me?

i'll speak to you between the lines

i'll touch you lightly in your sleep

i'll give you my weapons

will you remember me?

i wrote stories

i told dreams

i dreamt of wars

when was i alive?

when i wasn't writing

when i wasn't dreaming

when i wasn't dying

when i wasn't here

[gabriele romagnoli ~ http://tinyurl.com/cq376k]

this is the marriage of silence and love

asked for a sign for yes or no

got three

one louder than the other

be careful what you wish for?

between the lines of fear and blame

what are you willing to do

to protect?

had i known how to save a life

[whose?]

fingers bleed in picking up pieces of what's left

words written or said

never heard

never read

ignorance

is

bliss

hide behind the curtain to play the needed tricks

detangling the knots

never known

never seen

speak now, or forever hold your breath.

if you do, you know where i lay.

got keys?

the human heart has hidden treasures,

in secret kept, in silence sealed;

the thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,

whose charms were broken if revealed.

[charlotte bronte]

i put a lock on my heart to guard an infinite abyss...

oltre alla beffa, il danno

e' gia' difficile di per se' venire a sapere di non essere il miglior amico di qualcuno via FB o posts sul blog, senza che sia necessario anche vederselo sbattere in faccia.

davvero mi chiedo cos'ho fatto di male...

do we speak the same language here?

i guess the message didn't go through the first time around.

or maybe it's me, my weakness, my hatred for confrontation. i let you patronize me; i tried to forget and let it go, and what i get in return is condescension. you do know how to crush with carefully selected words, arranged neatly to underline your moral superiority.

things will really never be the same again. you came like a hurricane. go ahead, take it, it's all yours. enjoy. but spare me the act.

no wonder i don't trust women.

name your price

i'll trade you

my dream

for someone else's

too late

there's no turning back

too late's come and gone

(had i asked in time, would you have said yes?)

lives

one taken

one given

i'm sorry

congrats

next time

be happy

i know

i won't

double-edged sword

"oh, don't worry. if you need help, call her. she's always willing to help."

i know it's what i do.

it's what i want to do.

so why did that make me feel so cheap?

but being ignored makes me feel even cheaper.

شکریہ

for being you~

2/14,1210-2

come to the ivory tower, we have cookies

"For all its claims to the contrary, graduate education does not seem to enhance the mental freedom of many students, some of whom are psychologically damaged by the experience. As Newhouse suggested -- perhaps more rhetorically than seriously -- graduate school these days seems to have a lot in common with mind-control cults."

[http://chronicle.com/jobs/news/2004/06/2004062801c.htm]

safer

wasted time building castles with sand

and every night i'll watch them fall and slip through my hand

and just when i think i'm on top i wonder how i'll get back down

and just then the moment is lost, i stumble and i hit the ground

food for thought

tears from the moon

couldn't sleep so i went out walking
thinking about you and hearing us talking
and all the things i should have said
echo now inside my head

weary

of being a plan b.
of being a regret.