when i woke up

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the morning sun was too gentle

overslept was the result

and to-do list has to be re-write

but that japanese song you used to play over and over again

i heard it sang by a jogger while

she went by me this morning 



 

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i heard you humming

from the other side of the field

from the stems that just grew out to breath the blue spring air

and the petals that have sun shining in their veins

swimming by standing still

spring has cast its spell 

and you are still humming somewhere alone with the new born leaves

when we took a walk

as sun has its fun with the clouds
the sky is so blue
it's almost like summer hasn't pass, only it's too cold

i was trying to read your face
but it was too bright and
there was this whisper in japanese inside my head so i lost focus


i walked back home and went to find a dictionary

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lambdoid@ 3:53

okay

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okay, i won't look
for you, i won't look
i'll close my eyes and cover it up with both hands
and i promise that i won't peek between fingers

but i will

watch you while you turn and find a place to hide


and then



i will pretend that i don't know where that is





and leave you there



i  won't  look    for      you





just like i promised, right?

it was

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can you stand closer

can you talk slower

can you please let go

can you stop humming

it was not clear until i left you

our memories and everything i fell in love with was a blur

i made them up just to stay in a dream









lambdoid@5:10

still in bed i said to you

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if we can go for a swim right now

that will be great

the temperature of fall is giving me the chill constantly

is it possible that the summer water in the backyard pool inside my brain could warm me up

with the empty backseat

there is no answer

you jumped off midway just as always

not going along with the pretending game

we are not seven

and the street fair is no longer fun but only too nosy

for this sunday morning

you said to me, as you brush your teeth after being annoyed





lambdoid@3:54 am

high heels

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if it is a challenge, i challenge you

if it is a march of freedom, let us march

if it is a stair that we have to clime to get closer to the divine, let us begin

but somehow isn't all this shackles

isn't it a denial

only this time it is not from the others who wish to cotrol us,

it is from ourselves.

lambdoid@11:14am

if you wonder what these heels remind me of and what i'm babbling about feel free to visit here

kinda cute

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i have a little square for you

it is black and golden

shine in my palms

if you would like to have it

it would take you

into the little window

of Chanel

fall into fall

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it was the morning rain

it was the sunshine on the branch

it was the chill inside the wind

it was the tear wiped by the t-shirt's sleeve

and i love all of them

but most of all

it was the shadow of an afternoon rainbow








lambdoid@4:43am

on the train that takes everyone back home, next stop is us.

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i wish there's a place we can go

together and not alone,

everyone wouldn't give a shit while we talk and laugh and maybe cry

‘cause sometime you know

it happens

i love it when you play the guitar

like there is nothing else you care,

i love it even when it seems as if i'm not there

i wish there is some place we could go 

and just be ours

lambdoid@8:10pm

lavender sun

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while you stood there in the sun

somehow i can


pretend this rooftop is the beach with warm golden sand





when i closed my eyes i knew

you have flew away with the last summer blue

mixing in the chilling air, the sky now sings autumn




this afternoon,

sunlight dancing with the curtain and leaves

i smelled you,memories of




the lavender bathing suit,  the sweet and salty ocean

 lambdoid@4:32pm

our faith

 

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we should take a walk,

along with the symbol of sacrifice, does it make you feel

selfimportant that someone had bled for your sin

let's have icecream later, i don't like the after taste of our dinner

this is a creepy street

someone just picked up a cigarette

from the gap of the sidewalk. does he need a lighter too?

two new messages for you:

remeber that firework we saw.

talk more about your past.

one old message:

don't make me feel empty, alone or whatever fear

or i will leave you ASAP

;)

lambdoid@10:17pm

lambdoid's pick: something paris+ poem: after the rain

paris chic by lambdoid featuring Christian Louboutin

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AFTER THE RAIN

 it is quite chilly these days

 after the rain

and

sunshine now has no more heat for our gray

shadows, so i thought of the dealyed

dreams of that foggy but warmer paris afternoon

lambdoid @3:35am

2am.

your high heels are stepping on my eyes


all six of them. that was consider last night. Now, this morning


you did yoga and as you stretched elegantly


you helped me with the sweat on


my forehead; it is almost lunch time and i'm eating in front of the tV.



the dog is hyper when the fake family played with him, the Golden Retriever



She is asleep now. Dark and deep under



the sunset


you sat by that black dog of ours and you said to me


lets do yoga together next time.

we are

we are victims of red lights.


the system has betrayed us.



there shall be limit to limits.



human, should be a verb not noun.


the only wonderful thing that happened lately


is that you are laughing with me.

they were still teenagers

pic from here

when dad walked out, she was alone

he was away from home, on stage

performing something that "means so freak'n much to lots of people"

or so he said

to her.

she thought and still thinks he's a coward

running away with his gray t-shirt and coming back

with a tattoo on the neck

"we do not look alike"

"he's a coward" she said, when taking out the trash, reading a book, washing the dishes,

waiting in front of the red light and in between commercials

i want to

touch your skin for the sake of it


when you were asleep, i was afraid you were just pretending


to be, let me get this straight, when it was four in the morning


i was still up typing my essay,


when it was four-thirty, i glance at your direction


and saw you asleep on your back


your t-shirt flipped up a little and the white skin of yours was

breathing


my heartbeat


will you call me crazy?

it's just too disappointing

it is not about what you remember


it is not about what you've kept


it is not about the earing


it's just mean when you said to me


"there were so many"



of what?



earing?


presents?


someone else interesting?


(lovers?)



i couldn't help but hate you during this conversation

after pulling up the shades

air smelled like sun-dried tomato and
newspaper's folding sound





the water is so far way as blue as it is
i feel cooled down with the light from the five o'clock
direction, i have none





but this is a two minutes that i can
treasure

or, may i

to begin with

if we say what we are
we then became something else



if there is a rhythm of
you heartbeat, where's your ear



we should not fear
the rudeness, but the...oh the smile of yours on mine