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The Bard In Me: Unglued
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The Bard In Me. Enter your search terms. Monday, May 7, 2007. Born in one piece. To be shattered amiss. Till the last sticky glob. To last the night. Eyes red shot throughout. A well trodden path. A last promise still fresh. But again and again. Back on the track. To be trodden upon again. All that was learnt. Forgotten in a wink. A shorter span than before. Back on the street. Dazed at the result. For the nth time. Pieces now so small. It will take time. There’s still some glue left. Back in the queue.
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The Bard In Me: Monster's Fall
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The Bard In Me. Enter your search terms. Monday, May 7, 2007. For the sixth time this week. He hangs by his heels at her window. Peeking with bloodshot eyes. At her angelic form in sweet slumber. A soft moan she lets out. As an icy chill sweeps through. She pulls her covers higher. A silky shoulder remains unsheathed. As the moon rides out of the clouds. Her room lights up in grey hues. His eyes unblinking and without emotion. Stay fixed on her, his mind riddling again. She is beautiful, astonishingly so.
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The Bard In Me: May 2007
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The Bard In Me. Enter your search terms. Monday, May 7, 2007. Sitting up in front of the console at the unearthly hour. Fingers fidgeting on the keyboard in anticipation. Thoughts running down dreaded dark tunnels. Will she reply back with those. Three little words I so want to read? Or will she ignore me and message never more? A cold sweat breaks upon my forehead,. As I see her tab on the taskbar blink. My shivering hand grasps the mouse. The click sounding louder than a nuclear blast. When life was ru...
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The Bard In Me: The Ghost Who Walks
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The Bard In Me. Enter your search terms. Monday, May 7, 2007. The Ghost Who Walks. Deep in the heart of Bengala. Where the Bandar pygmies reside. Lies a cave fashioned by Gaya. In the likes of a human skull. In its dark mysterious entrails. Lay treasures hidden from avaricious eyes. And a dark keeper to watch over the earth. Masked and clothed in the colour of night. A broad black belt of leather. Hugs his waist with pride. Held by a buckle of solid metal. Death’s head on it styled. And will live forever...
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The Bard In Me: Overwhelmed
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The Bard In Me. Enter your search terms. Monday, May 7, 2007. I know you don’t love me. But the smile on your face in the morning. The moan of satisfaction from the first sip of coffee. Your look of concern at the day’s job list. I know you don’t love me. But the feverish craving for food. The temperamental outbursts of disappointment. Your unquenchable thirst for success. I know you don’t love me. But the uncompromising need for perfection. The agitated demand for respect. Your unnerving effort to belong.
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The Bard In Me: Unwanted
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The Bard In Me. Enter your search terms. Monday, May 7, 2007. Why in the world can't I ever belong? Can’t I ever find someone with whom I can get along? Nobody wants me, heck, nobody cares. Maybe I say things that give them the scares. Or unknown to me, I have some contagious disease. That’s deadly, disfiguring and my life’s on short lease. Whatever it is I may never know. Nobody gives reasons they just want me to go. Can’t you see I am only human like you? Flesh, blood and bones, and feelings too.
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The Bard In Me: Heavenly Sibling
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The Bard In Me. Enter your search terms. Monday, May 7, 2007. I should have had a sister,. Or a brother, now i may never know. Cause mom and dad chose neither,. And simply let go. I wish i had been older then,. To talk them out of their choice. But only after i was ten,. This event to me they did voice. I remember for a fortnight,. I kept asking my mom why? They derpived me off a playmate,. And my mom would only sigh. As the years passed on i stopped asking,. About the child that was never born. Get hugs...
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The Bard In Me: I art your sinner
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The Bard In Me. Enter your search terms. Monday, May 7, 2007. I art your sinner. When you walk down the street. Holding my hand,. Leaning your head on my shoulder. When you kiss me. I crave for more, kissing harder,. Drawing blood from your lips. When I see you even smile at another,. I silently curse the fiend,. For robbing from me what is mine alone. When you decline to see me. Beacuse you're having a busy day at work. Or because your having guests at home. When I see that naughty spark in your eye.
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The Bard In Me: To She
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The Bard In Me. Enter your search terms. Monday, May 7, 2007. I can't be a saint, I wont be a sinner,. I'll only be me, and that's your lover. You fathom friendship, I deduce deeper,. You claim it's affection, but I am already a weeper. You had a choice and you chose right. It's my fault that i face this plight. You're not to blame, you never did sway,. It's entirely my fault for not keeping it at bay. I have said it, and ruined you most. Cursed neither with friendship nor nuptial toast. I art your sinner.
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The Bard In Me: The Song That's All Wrong
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The Bard In Me. Enter your search terms. Monday, May 7, 2007. The Song That's All Wrong. Crimson roses on the lawn, your. Rubber touch for they long. Booger stained naked fingers, cause. Morbid fear that shrivel their tender petals. Death untimely you curse them with, through. Disco memories of last nights bliss, when. Roach he did touching you there. White your cheeks turned with baffled stare. Red his face grew, his innocence revealed. Black your heart felt, not accepting his need. Gold his unsung song.
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