Iris for Saturday, August 16, 2008

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Saturday, August 16, 2008

"what is life?" - reply to sinome

reading your words reminding of a lesson from a doctor once i tried to learn "life is a battle", according to what he says "winning or losing" neither one is ultimate term surprisingly "regenerating" and "staying alive" is his final word life is an art life is a battle life is short life is a bottle... Sign in to see full entry.

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Deep water of loneliness

deep waters reflecting spattering of waters her friend, father, teacher, but not hopefully lover yet falling to convince the other mirroring confusing identities between the student-teacher preaching along his life-long experience planning for one's future and calcuating for one's best yet nothing... Sign in to see full entry.

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First interview with my boss

<The washroom lady?> S..i..t..t..ing W..a..i..t..ing P..o..n..d..e..r..ING “How long is it going to be?” “…damn… I came on time…” “I shouldn’t.” The new one swore silently from time to time Looking for a job AGAIN! the SIXth I guess not the sixth sense You wish Should be the sixth job Will there be... Sign in to see full entry.

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Resentment

Moving one step closer into the sister’s room Ambushed unexpectedly by a rage of intimidate fear Trying to strike and protect one’s own existence Protesting against any uninviting trespasser of its limited territory Rebounded by cold-blooded mechanical inner feelings In the speed of Lightning fast... Sign in to see full entry.

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Love

A Game of blowing bubbles Children blowing Water bubbles into the air floating, bouncing, flowing, dancing Through the ray from the universe Transparent as it is Winding the colorful spectrum of lights Reflection of thirst, desire and despair from the inner depth of souls Adults try to grab it,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Working as an English teacher days and nights Sometimes wondering if things go right Lecturing students who are not bright The point is they are not interested in learning how to write Not to mention the question "What is life?" Writing and typing about what I feel nice sometimes feeling alone is my fright putting my words in lines that rhymes hoping to transform all ideas that fly

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