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Jul. 14th, 2008 | 01:09 am
posted by: phalegsamsara in le_cahier_vert

Niru sits up in bed.  His right hand reaches out, fingertips like feathers tracing love lines across the surface of the sleeping face next to him.  His cheek is soft, and Niru can't help but wonder what that is like.  
"Maybe that's why I love you" he whispers, wishing matters of the heart were as direct, as simple as lust or violence.  The desire to share secrets curdles in the back of his throat.  He looks down, not sure if he's going to cry, vomit, or simply grab his clothes and walk out.
He stands up and heads to the shower.  There's something about the way water hits flesh . . . or maybe the way water spirits interact with his form, that gives a person new feet: a new desire to move forward.  Niru had no illusions about what he was doing.  He could only make sure he had given David enough time to influence his decision.
Hot showers always send his mind back.  Hot water cascading down his bald head, he thinks about growing his hair out again (look always changing from place to place) as his mind vomits past deep up from his subconscious.
His first memory is standing up in kindergarten for the morning prayer.  His uncle died that weekend, and his teacher asked if anyone had anything to pray for.  His grandmother always let Niru know that the dead went to a better place, and that grief was just our way of saying we miss them, and loved them.  Niru heard these words, realizing his grief was his greedy desire to keep his uncle out of heaven.  The next time he cried came ten years later.
With that thought,he snapped back to the present as remote control mind finished the shower, stepping out and reaching for his clothes.  Passing by the kitchen on the way out (a man has to eat after all), David stepped out from the bedroom asking, "Are you leaving?"
Niru replied, "Are you stopping me?" and walked out.

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Broken at Five

Jun. 4th, 2008 | 09:49 pm
posted by: phalegsamsara in le_cahier_vert

alone, he
dug stick into dirt

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Nov. 3rd, 2007 | 12:19 am
posted by: iie_wakarimasen in le_cahier_vert

The page sings a siren song 
as I trace eraser burns like track marks

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Oct. 13th, 2007 | 08:25 pm
posted by: blue_bumblebee in le_cahier_vert

I fear to
Define this connection

If looked at too closely
It will surely vanish like frost

Sparkling and delicate
What we have is fragile

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Feb. 16th, 2007 | 11:32 am
posted by: phalegsamsara in le_cahier_vert

"Happy Valentines day" she said
with funeral voice

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Feb. 3rd, 2007 | 12:41 am
posted by: phalegsamsara in le_cahier_vert

With three words she plugged in his
100 watt face,

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Feb. 2nd, 2007 | 05:04 pm
posted by: blue_bumblebee in le_cahier_vert

We are best friends
unless
and until
somebody better
arrives

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Jan. 6th, 2007 | 12:08 pm
posted by: phalegsamsara in le_cahier_vert

Words like metric tons fell from her mouth
and onto my shoulders

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Dec. 31st, 2006 | 11:59 am
posted by: phalegsamsara in le_cahier_vert

sealed away,
like a paranoid's fortune

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Dec. 20th, 2006 | 12:00 am
posted by: blue_bumblebee in le_cahier_vert

This house drips with memories of her
How can I compete with the love of your life?

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