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Note-booth: Words, They Dance
Posted by: justine on: Sat, 05/7/11
- In: Addiction | note-booth | Poetry | Vignette
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Blank untitled notepad, leaving nothing saved Unused sheets of paper, too precious to be stained Collecting ink pens, Scribbling on a coffeehouse planner, Boredom defeated. The glory of a writer. *This note-booth entry was first published Feb. ’10 on author’s personal Tumblr site.
Note-Booth: Obsolete
Posted by: justine on: Thu, 05/5/11
Blank. The heart is an empty chamber. It exists yet it doesn’t work. It beats, but never at the right moment… *This note-booth entry was first published circa 2006 on author’s personal Multiply site.
Note-Booth: Not today, Dear.
Posted by: justine on: Thu, 09/23/10
I feel like a fake Snow White who adopted two extra dwarves named Shitty and Crappy. They’re twins, by the way. And they’re a freakin’ pain in the ass. Hey, I warned you.
Note-Booth: To Glide Among the Stars
Posted by: justine on: Thu, 09/9/10
She sings herself to sleep, watching closely the sleek silhouette of the night. Darkness swallowed her eyes. She sees no more. The wind whispers in her ears but the great heart chose not to listen. It was not her. She was not her. Enveloped in a sheet of euphoric wretchedness, she laughs. Her laughs, empty. [...]
Note-Booth: That Faithful Day
Posted by: justine on: Thu, 09/9/10
- In: note-booth | Reality
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Sometimes, it’s not about the spoken word. You just sort of forget everything else and hunt for the most interesting action one does towards you or towards someone else. Sometimes, that action is good. But often, if you look a bit harder, if you try to look beyond the glass that separates you from that [...]
