August 2012
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Euphoric.
That’s how it starts off.
It’s exactly how I feel when I’m with you. Actually, it’s more of a cocktail of ecstasy and anxiety. It’s when I begin to notice the intricate details of you— Tousled hair, innocent-looking wide eyes, the strange corporate casual attire topped with a coat and a splash of Creed. We get closer, and I’m drowned by the effervescence of your presence.
It’s...
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Numb.
Coercion at its finest. Clandestine iron fists Oppressively driving us towards a wall
Flirting feelings of repulsion and distress Turned stirrings of emptiness and nonchalance.
Sordid utterances meant empty, however Strikes with crushing impact, still.
Released, yet restrained Silence being one’s loudest scream.
But where is the pain that one must feel, When all one can feel is none?
(c)...
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Late Night Poem #1
Sometimes I think
I think too much
and then the gears stop
shifting
so I go back to my
mindless state
emptiness infinite.
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(c) Pianne Sinfuego
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June 2012
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To be honest, I've...
Lost my drive for almost everything.
I hardly take pictures, I don’t paint, I don’t draw, I don’t do anything but sleep. I haven’t read a book in ages. I don’t really know what I’ve been doing lately. My brain’s been dormant and I’m just waiting for it to explode and spurt out ludicrous ideas like it used to…
What happened?
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May 2012
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April 2012
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Him & Her: One Morning
They spent the morning together at the cafe, the coffee shop, whatever you call it.
He, reading Steinbeck. She, on the other hand, Fitzgerald. Occasionally, their hands would slightly meet. Barely visible, but enough for the other to sense. For some reason they both decided to spend their morning there, at six in the morning.
Usually that would be the time they would get off the telephone after...
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Feeling Nirvana.
We seek for solace, yet find no sanctuary
Asylum, the people call this place;
Deranged animals incapacitated to speak.
Muzzled, their mouths are
Restrained from any form of speech
Stakes driven through their hearts
They march–
Pale, cold, and unbeknownst to emotion.
They dream one day to rid of
These binding chains and fly.
Feel the warmth of the light.
Feeling Nirvana.
By: Pianne...
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Gloom
Gloom, the sweet seductress
Her melancholic chimes never fail to draw
and drown you in her wretched misery.
Colored in a musty white and grey,
her whispers bellow beneath.
Tantalized, you try to grasp anything
that falls within your reach.
Though everything moves on in whirrs.
You’re falling in, lungs constricted.
Slowly, it engulfs you.
Forever you disappear from euphoric...
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