Entries By ilili
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schedule
I looked at my train chugging off into the distance. Nothing to make you feel forlorn like such a near miss. Unscheduled mayhem for your schedule today.
Posted By ilili On 09.29.2010 @ 12:23 am
rustling
He turned in his sleep, sheets settling against his familiar form with a soft rustle. That such a small thing could be so poignant remains a sweet mystery of life.
Posted By ilili On 08.23.2010 @ 11:30 pm
hawk
glaring sun from above, clouds fierce, hawk swoops down. Magnificence.
Posted By Ilili On 06.08.2010 @ 11:50 pm
curls
course
Piloting to a inner star, guiding to a dreamed goal. Through the gloom of some days and the frights in some nights, I have to stay the course.
Posted By ilili On 08.17.2009 @ 4:10 am
pastime
I count the notches in the stick, I chafe against the unseen harness that yokes me to others goals. I breathe and smile, but it all feels like a pastime until I get to the real essence. I know that I have to create that reality, but even breathing takes so much effort now.
Posted By ilili On 08.14.2009 @ 5:00 am
radio
I sit down, close my eyes and take a deep breath. I silence the random thoughts and just tune in to Radio Universe.
Posted By ilili On 08.11.2009 @ 9:00 pm
cleanse
I think of all the bad things, the aweful scenarious, the worst-case possibilities, the dank and dark fears, half-remembered from a hideous dream, the failures and self-loathing. I think them all, and hope to cleanse myself and go into the future in light and love. My armour against the negative.
Posted By ilili On 08.11.2009 @ 2:13 am
gallery
It is always there when I close my eyes. A gallery of images and experiences, both good and traumatic, a personal collection of pain and pleasure. Private collection.
Posted By ilili On 08.10.2009 @ 2:28 am
idol
The field lay fallow in balmy rays of late summer sun. Tiny white flowers nodded their accord and buttercups caught the very essence of the season. Inside, the office workers bowed their heads behind laptop idols and slowly faded away.
Posted By ilili On 08.07.2009 @ 8:47 am
collapse
Falling in, dropping down, bottoming out, collapse. Turn that around in my head. New beginning, shoots of green amongst the ruins, beauty in the slight cobwebs.
Posted By ilili On 08.05.2009 @ 1:55 am
humid
Condensation drips from the walls. Mossy colonies build their way to light and escape. My turgid brain is a soft lump in the humid cave of my skull.
Posted By ilili On 08.04.2009 @ 1:26 am
planet
So, there I was, merrily minding my own business, when the sun suddenly sent rays to catch the play of shadow and light in his hair. The planet came to a sudden halt, nay, all creation hushed and marvelled at that first gasp of recognition. I spoke my first words to him more than a year later. And after everything that subsequently happened, I haven’t spoken to him in over 10 years. But I will never forget the first time I saw him, the day my earth stood still.
Posted By ilili On 08.03.2009 @ 6:12 am
tiled
The inner walls of my cranium are tiled with an odd arrangement of pictures, articles, words, pasted in by roving eyes and eclectic interests.
Posted By ilili On 07.31.2009 @ 5:02 am
soil
My soul feels soiled and sullied by external pressures. Daily, I learn to cope. I learn to go deep within, to the inner quiet, reserves that I didn’t know I had until I needed it. Fertile soiling, as it were.
Posted By ilili On 07.27.2009 @ 2:10 am
growing
I was just wondering about growing in my morning meditation. What do I need to do? What are my goals? How can I grow towards them, like a green vine growing towards the sun, wrapping myself around my own life?
Posted By ilili On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
coral
coral growth around the rock all the numbers around the clock time it ticks time it grows in a dark heart it is set in stone
Posted By ilili On 07.16.2009 @ 2:26 am
spray
It is the spray that usually brings me back to my senses, mesmerised by the continuous curtain falling and shining into the pool below
Posted By ilili On 07.15.2009 @ 2:08 am
lazy
I am lazy, I keep on thinking. But this numb and tired core might just be something a bit more potent and dangerous than I could fathom
Posted By ilili On 07.14.2009 @ 1:51 am
international
And now I am international, living in a former colonial entity, amazed and horrified by the gilt and guilt
Posted By ilili On 04.13.2009 @ 8:48 am
spot
On introspection, there is always that little (im)moral spot that just doesn’t want to go away, the little fleck of shame and guilt and memory that becomes the stone in the metaphorical shoe. But ahhh, the beginning of the pearl of wisdom
Posted By ilili On 01.15.2010 @ 2:41 am
virtual
All of the worlds in my head, all the realities I carry under my hair, all the lives I inhale walking down the street – how do I force my real body to desribe these virtualities?
Posted By ilili On 11.13.2009 @ 7:17 am
cone
And at the apex of the cone the sacrificial stone stood ostensibly bare. However, at closer inspection rusty tears bled out of the altar as if from a soul overflowing.
Posted By ilili On 11.12.2009 @ 3:15 am
gallop
I wish I could see gallop across the bloody minefield of my mind today unfettered, unflinching joy, flocks of words, or just calm acceptance in a sedate stroll.
Posted By ilili On 11.11.2009 @ 7:06 am
outlet
This outlet has been stifled. Words no longer present the same abstraction and absolution it once had. Alas, alack, whatever ;)
Posted By ilili On 01.29.2010 @ 1:12 am
