I moved out!!

Hello gaaalllls and for anyone who still cared to read this online piece of craziness! :)

This is to inform you that I am officially closing this blog account. My days with Blogger had been extremely stimulating, but, well, preferences change over time. (Blame it on the person who introduced me to Posterous.)

So I'm packing all my notes here and imported them all to Guramiii City, where I vowed never to leave. Again. Changing blogs from time to time is extremely strenuous (I am not known to be patient on this area) and I NEVER intend to do this for the second round. I'm also aiming for longevity, you know, and since I'm actually giving more effort there to update, why not just stay in one place and use one blog? And it loves me, haha.

So for those who still cared to read, thank you for everything, good bye and see you in my new blog! Although you MIGHT be seeing updates here every now and then. :)

For that single cup.

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for that single cup,
i sat
i thought deep
the drink is hot.

for that single cup,
i write
i wailed hard
i cry.

words never expressed
expressions left in vain unlike
the tears, so free they fall
right into that single cup --
drop by drop.

for that single cup,
i knew i was foolish
they said i'm too selfish
yet i thought they were insane.

for that single cup, i realized
you easily forget.
you never did remember.
ever.

the drink's still hot.
words still left unheeded
who will listen?
you're not here.
you never were.
no one ever was.

pain cools so easily, it remains
deep into the core of my wretched soul
never will it go, it's pointless
people sometimes are senseless.

so silent i became,
my thoughts i left chained unlike
the tears, so free they fall
right into that single cup.

for that single cup,
there, forever unheard
will my thoughts lay --
drop by drop.

and i wonder, why am i so sad? 



- Reggie Marie Barrientos, 'Grief' © 2005

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Lashes

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Thin, black veins
fanning out on an orange sky
reaching for the tails of the winds
crossing the dazzle that burned them bright


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P.S. You don't need them, dear brother. Give them to me.