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About Everything Versus Words


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Write about patriotism, about victory and defeat. Write about revolutions and rebels and prisoners and wars. About emotions, of love and hatred and disappointment and regret. Intangible love and uncolored hatred and heartbreaking disappointments and abysmal regrets. Write about the seven deadly sins, about stealth and murder and gluttony and greed. Don’t forget to write about saints and sinners all the same. Write the poor and the rich using the same words, make them equal for once. Write about mothers who lost their children, about those who never had to lose; I challenge you to tell me which hurts more. Write about darkness and light, about light in the dark and darkness in the light. Remember to write about lost friendships, about those who never found a shoulder when life shut its lights dim, or those who kept the secret to their sadness within. Be fair to them too. Remind the world of those who always had someone to love but not someone to love them back, craft their nights and dreams carefully. Don’t forget the writers, who keep promises with words and silence. Be subtle. Be warm. Remember heartbeats and heartbreaks. Remember everything, remember all, equally.
And then let the world remind you: Words will never be fair to whatever you write.

Time Frame Backwards


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You raise me up and break me down and keep talking like nothing’s happened. You build walls and break silence with a question that leaves doors open and windowpanes shaken in fear of a storm. You quietly create a new time frame until all the clocks of my mind break the moment you step into my space, and smash me like I’d been sent to exile in some place where you, alone, control my hours. And then I am sent to the frame of “before”; I’m not sure whether you want me a memory or you want me ‘in’ your memory, although I can’t but comply to your rules.
You’d think I’m in love but I’m all out of my reign, so how can I be? Even the words frozen behind my pursed lips never seem to melt and tell you..I don’t know.
I’ve given up trying to say that I know what to say to you, because in a time frame like yours, I’m walking backwards to point zero, I’m breathing your words and what you want me to not say. Your silence isn’t fit to the space in my soul, it would drown in my own, and in the end I’d speak my own silence in you.
The cobwebs you carefully design and the chess pieces moving around me only make me create another reign in your own, until I am your time frame and you are barely the guard.
Time will make us both gasp for some calmness inside out. And you’ll quiver with what remains of you to get hold of what will remain of me. You’ll weaken my heartbeats with your fingertips until I can no longer save my heart with a borrowed beat. But I’ll kiss the air surrounding you and let go.
You shouldn’t have raised me up tomorrow.


12/28/2012
7:26 PM.