Author
: gulnaz
Blog
: ~Apple Pathways~
Date
: 7/12/2012 3:38:00 PM
'believe this.the pain drips, unassuming, water from eaves.silence sought. thoughts a clatter, a noise.shush, shush, i feel you. i promise the morning to you. ~ whispers of an angel.'
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2010 is dead, to hell with its baggage.
Author
: gulnaz
Blog
: ~Apple Pathways~
Date
: 5/26/2012 10:37:00 PM
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blushes on starry skies.
Author
: gulnaz
Blog
: ~Apple Pathways~
Date
: 5/2/2012 3:36:00 PM
'silent as a whisperthe heart speaks volumes- stealing glancesA summer Nightbreeze rustling leavesand more.'
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searching for nectar
Author
: gulnaz
Blog
: ~Apple Pathways~
Date
: 4/6/2012 4:57:00 PM
'Lick the words dripping off my wound. Lay kisses on my grave, cold and neglected. I pick your words, honeysuckle sweet. Wild as the breeze that blows the warm august sky.It is the light in your bright august shine eyes, which will warm my cold heart.Unshed tears in your eyes, sparkling stardust. My tears turn precious when they wash your face. The nectar of your words going down my throat, with each drop my heart comes alive.August comes winter will follow. Snow there won’t be b(...)'
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lost in transit
Author
: gulnaz
Blog
: ~Apple Pathways~
Date
: 3/2/2012 6:47:00 PM
'this day and that day and that another day. romantic interludes on a theme, a strain which carries on in the background, loud as a hushed whisper in the silence of the night. today, it feels like the end of a play, the end of a day, when the guests have left, the tables not yet cleared, the chairs in a disarray as my hair, as it should be. echoes of what happened here, still resonate and make my toes curl but i mean now it's done and now the show is playing in another town, on an(...)'
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her problem
Author
: gulnaz
Blog
: ~Apple Pathways~
Date
: 10/1/2011 8:43:00 AM
'no aplogies offered from days for silences which choke and strangle. words stuck in her throat, borne of pain, data, data, data...endless ticker. spaced out she watch the plots like far off constellations or are they crows and vultures circling above rotting carrion. waiting for time to pass.if she could study the root system, or the network or arteries and muscle, the mind needs the intricacy of words for the love of its sanity or perhaps intoxication is more suited for skimming(...)'
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