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Waiting for Sunset (13, on second thought...)
Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. I wrote the poems during a very difficult time in my life. He always replies to my maunderings. He always greets me in the morning and helps me sleep at night. I get ignored sometimes. I like the seclusion.
We have an unusual relationship. And he brought these with him when I met him. I couldn't understand why I had to bear the last of the intensity of his struggles. All of which I had no part. I became angry and destructive. Disparaging and hurt. I became what he was. Tedious. Exhausted. He's jealous of my stuffed dog...
We have an unusual relationship. And he brought these with him when I met him. I couldn't understand why I had to bear the last of the intensity of his struggles. All of which I had no part. I became angry and destructive. Disparaging and hurt. I became what he was. Tedious. Exhausted. He's jealous of my stuffed dog...
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Mactan Adventure
Last month, my husband and I booked two nights at a beach resort on Mactan Island. We thought it was a wonderful idea before the end of summer. To have a quiet relaxing time together. When we got there, lots of people were swimming and karaoke-singing. Employees of the San Miguel Yamamura Packaging Corporation were having a team building party. I thought it would be horrible, but it turned out to be funny. The singing was quite bad. I thought that was funny. It was low-tide so we couldn't swim on the beach. We went swimming in the pool instead after people got out to play volleyball. It was...
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Waiting for Sunset (12, on second thought...)
Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. I am beginning to miss my husband. She said she kept hearing voices. He always replies to my maunderings. He always greets me in the morning and helps me sleep at night. My tumors are all behaving themselves too. I like the seclusion.
We have an unusual relationship. I became angry and destructive. Disparaging and hurt. I became what he was. Tedious. Exhausted. Isn't a belief in rationality completely irrational? Perhaps because I became an ugly mirror of himself. Now he is more affectionate. More loving. More willing to...
We have an unusual relationship. I became angry and destructive. Disparaging and hurt. I became what he was. Tedious. Exhausted. Isn't a belief in rationality completely irrational? Perhaps because I became an ugly mirror of himself. Now he is more affectionate. More loving. More willing to...
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Left In The Dark
Thousands of miles away
No contact from you for days
Hard to keep my mind from going astray
Water rising day by day
A typhoon headed straight your way
And still no word from you.
Three days have passed
Don't know how long it'll last
Evacuation throughout the nation
I worry
And still,only silence from you
No contact from you for days
Hard to keep my mind from going astray
Water rising day by day
A typhoon headed straight your way
And still no word from you.
Three days have passed
Don't know how long it'll last
Evacuation throughout the nation
I worry
And still,only silence from you
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Waiting for Sunset (10, on second thought...)
Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. She said she kept hearing voices. At least physically. Spiritually I am still muddled. Yet I find the strength to cheer away little irritations that come my way. Such irritations come from typically cruel persons. They are on the internet. My tumors are all behaving themselves too.
We have an unusual relationship. We do not argue about money or relations. Like the ringing in my ears. Our 'disputes' are often such things as: Isn't a belief in rationality completely irrational? What's the difference between a mandala and a...
We have an unusual relationship. We do not argue about money or relations. Like the ringing in my ears. Our 'disputes' are often such things as: Isn't a belief in rationality completely irrational? What's the difference between a mandala and a...
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Waiting for Sunset (11, on second thought...)
Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. She said she kept hearing voices. At least physically. I had a look at Danny's FB page. Yet I find the strength to cheer away little irritations that come my way. I used to play with Paul, the lead singer, and James, the drummer. My tumors are all behaving themselves too.
We have an unusual relationship. We have changed considerably since the continuous crisis. Like the ringing in my ears. Our 'disputes' are often such things as: Isn't a belief in rationality completely irrational? The change has been positive. The...
We have an unusual relationship. We have changed considerably since the continuous crisis. Like the ringing in my ears. Our 'disputes' are often such things as: Isn't a belief in rationality completely irrational? The change has been positive. The...
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Waiting for Sunset (9, on second thought...)
Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. I had a look at Danny's FB page. He hasn't posted much there lately. Like the ringing in my ears. He had photos from 2010 where he was playing in a new group. I used to play with Paul, the lead singer, and James, the drummer. They are all my own voices speaking for different people.
But looking at the book again, it is a very important personal project. Danny needs a kidney transplant so maybe he is sick again and hasn't been online. Our lead guitarist Howie now lives in the US. I have terrible skin because of stress....
But looking at the book again, it is a very important personal project. Danny needs a kidney transplant so maybe he is sick again and hasn't been online. Our lead guitarist Howie now lives in the US. I have terrible skin because of stress....
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Waiting for Sunset (8)
Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. I read about Virginia Woolf. The voices in my head seem to be that -- hearing my own thoughts, like an accidental PA system. I am used to them. Like the ringing in my ears. I am used to that too. I am always part of the conversation. But I have no control over what is being said.
But looking at the book again, it is a very important personal project. I like the seclusion. Even here in the city, I prefer a quiet reclusive life. I prefer to swim when it is bright and sunny, then I wouldn't feel cold. Maybe they are afraid....
But looking at the book again, it is a very important personal project. I like the seclusion. Even here in the city, I prefer a quiet reclusive life. I prefer to swim when it is bright and sunny, then I wouldn't feel cold. Maybe they are afraid....
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The Choice
My instincts tell me:
Don't go, it's not safe
My heart says:
He is alone. He has no one.
My mind says:
What's the worst that could happen?
Which is wrong?
Which is right?
Shall I stay home?
Should I venture out alone?
He has a darkness inside
I wonder whose is stronger.
His or mine
He has a hidden rage
Yet he seeks company
My instincts say don't
My mind plants curiosity
My heart feels the pain
Which is wrong?
Which is right?
Don't go, it's not safe
My heart says:
He is alone. He has no one.
My mind says:
What's the worst that could happen?
Which is wrong?
Which is right?
Shall I stay home?
Should I venture out alone?
He has a darkness inside
I wonder whose is stronger.
His or mine
He has a hidden rage
Yet he seeks company
My instincts say don't
My mind plants curiosity
My heart feels the pain
Which is wrong?
Which is right?
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Waiting for Sunset (7)
Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. But it wasn't a fish so it died. I read the letter she wrote to her husband before she drowned herself in the river. I miss the water now. I hear voices too, nearly all the time, sometimes I can't sleep because of the voices. One afternoon I remember I was neck-deep in the water and the tide was coming in.
But looking at the book again, it is a very important personal project. My husband had swam away in the distance. It's funny, night and day. I would surely drown. I prefer to swim when it is bright and sunny, then I...
But looking at the book again, it is a very important personal project. My husband had swam away in the distance. It's funny, night and day. I would surely drown. I prefer to swim when it is bright and sunny, then I...
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Waiting for Sunset (6)
Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. I read about Virginia Woolf. I read the letter she wrote to her husband before she drowned herself in the river. She said she kept hearing voices. I hear voices too, nearly all the time, sometimes I can't sleep because of the voices. I asked my husband if it was alright. I've had the voices for a long time, eversince I was small. I asked my husband if it was alright that they were all my own voices. He said it was okay. They are all my own voices speaking for different people.
But looking at the book again, it is a very...
But looking at the book again, it is a very...
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Waiting for Sunset (5)
Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. When I returned to Bohol last May 15, there were two items in the post for me. I like the seclusion. Even here in the city, I prefer a quiet reclusive life.
But looking at the book again, it is a very important personal project. I probably isolated myself too much. I need to rest for a while, though. When I get better I’d like to go out a bit more. I’d like to take up bongo lessons. I wanted to destroy all my work. But they are busy with their careers.
These are why I am exhausted. Maybe I can start traveling...
But looking at the book again, it is a very important personal project. I probably isolated myself too much. I need to rest for a while, though. When I get better I’d like to go out a bit more. I’d like to take up bongo lessons. I wanted to destroy all my work. But they are busy with their careers.
These are why I am exhausted. Maybe I can start traveling...
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