Tag: pain
member name: Shruthi P.
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December 14, 2006 09:32 AM EST --
this one is a little scary for me personally.. i worte in on 23-08-2004.. it was my mothers birthday and the birthday of a friend... i was in the middle of a lecture when this image popped up... . . .
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December 14, 2006 09:38 AM EST --
ok.. this poem is my reaction to female foeticide and infanticide in my country.. i dont understand it.. i dont want to.. the idea of such discrimination existing makes my skin crawl!!! when i hear things . . .
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June 26, 2007 02:51 PM EDT --
In a place you've been,
a million times before,
there has been an invasion.
Your sanctuary taken over,
by the milling multitude.
Solitude is so hard to come by,
a few moments of silence will do. . . .
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June 26, 2007 02:58 PM EDT --
The words,
stop, slip, and vanish into oblivion.
The chaos and cacophony,
drown out meanings.
In the silences,
we read old records,
look for clues,
uncover the mysteries.
Distances don't get covered . . .
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July 21, 2007 01:57 AM EDT --
I edited the last couple of lines out of this poem... these are it...
"Nightmares begin, once again,
all I see is blood..."
I just wanted to know what it would read like without it... . . .
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January 30, 2007 11:13 AM EST --
It's been a while since I've posted anything remotely significant! And it's annoying me that I have nothing to say! I mean genuinely nothing to say... What was that theory about poets and pain? . . .
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September 26, 2007 05:55 AM EDT --
Apologies for the general leaning toward sad things... I am just thinking aloud here, and in some ways this has been inspired by the thoughts on 'mental abuse' I read... articles by Boris G, Gerry . . .
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October 01, 2007 06:21 AM EDT --
At this moment, in flourescent shadows
I cry.
Crouched on glossy floors
myriad patterns blurring before
my tears
I cry.
Hurting at words unsaid
at ties severed by silence
I cry. . . .
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September 01, 2007 10:36 AM EDT --
I have been trying
so many ways to die.
Every time, I fail.
They say, it is because
destiny has other plans,
we make our own,
is all I can think.
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September 02, 2007 01:00 AM EDT --
This poem is for my grandmother, a woman who was an absolute delight, but is now ageing rather horrifically. I dislike seeing her this way, so helpless, and such a victim of time... I am not sure if I . . .
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September 11, 2007 02:35 AM EDT --
Using 'I', does not make this person me... this is just a story, based on two words 'vulnerability', 'circumstance'....
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February 22, 2007 12:17 PM EST --
Excuse the extremely sad and slight hopelessness here. I am in no position to be in love, or to offer someone what they think they want from me. I have hurt enough people with my callousness and I have . . .
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