My only relief is to sleep. When I'm sleeping, I'm not sad, I'm not angry, I'm not lonely; I'm nothing.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Fallen Angel

Rejection



  1. Cast away [anger] like spoiled milk —Marge Piercy
  2. Discarded like outmoded customs —Elyse Sommer
  3. Discarded (me) like yesterday’s underpants —Sue Grafton
  4. Dropped … like a dead fish —T. Glen Coughlin
  5. Dropped [from a list] … like a hot rivet —Loren D. Estleman
  6. He shook them [young women] off his back like a young stallion shaking off an unskilled rider —Russell Banks
  7. Keep at a distance, like someone with an infectious disease —Anon

Monday, September 20, 2010

Saturday, September 11, 2010

The Last Words of Misao Fujimura


Delicate line between heaven and earth… The calm of the ages, all the world’s worth.
Such minuscule measure, while we think it so grand… Just five specks of smallness, This soft quiet land.
So frail and so fleeting, in the end you will see Simple dreams were Horatio’s philosophy.

For all the truth, all creation, all secrets of yore Can be told in an instant, by then they’re no more.

Ah, The Unexplainable All worries unsettled, heartache unresolved… All questions unanswered, with death, shall be solved.

We already teeter, this sheer cliff so high. When we fall to corruption, insecurities die.

To end is to start; to surrender is to know.

Despair and depression, together they grow. Hope shall meet hopeless when there’s nowhere to go.