describe;portray;elaborate.

***
i digress.
emerging more deranged than what literature had in mind.
aye; aye indeed.
what is this?
a template; a clean sheet;

pennings.
of thoughts a-many
and wonders a-plenty
pennings

...yours, ever faithfully:

xiao
supersara
JOELtheNOOB
jumpingjane
ReidXavi

...deranged; almost:

weirdwits
limxiaoyu
saralauderyin
sitinadrahmustafa

...past literature:

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...you say, we say, i say:


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Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Spinning Bottles ;

You draw yourself far as I mold myself,
Then you told me life is way ahead,
And that we ought to live for the speeding days.

You're already in the little hole in my life.
I know you're the same as me;
Pretty much stuck, and no lights out.

But they kept rewinding the home movies in your head,
Then they took you away to the other side of town.
Spinning bottles; kissing boys.

I drew a line between the past and the present,
Coloring portraits and acknowledging the world.
But the colors were always pale, never bright.

Again and again, we danced nearer yet million miles apart.
Reciting thoughts, defining future.

Like a million pieces of a shattered crystal ball glued back together,
And turned out not to be lousy at all, as good as new.
Everything seems to fall back in place.

You're already in the little hole in my life.
I know you're the same as me;
We will stay in here, and light each other up.



P/s: To my other whole half.










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Nadrah Mustafa penned at 9:20:00 AM
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