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About Me Member Wannabe Poet zareen-b25/Female/India

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Poem to Lebanon Poem to Israel

A forest of glass,
red flowers fed by red rain
and trimmed by fire.
It surrounds you,
it grows you in.
We feel it.

The vieled stars and the vieled eyes.
The thunder of in-comming.
We feel it.
The new terrors of everyday:
buying milk, going to school.
The new sorrows:
The kitten that lost it's mother, the dead crab on the beach, the black blood of a pure earth spread out to dry on the sand
We feel those.

The new anger:
small things, big things, snatched broken shattered.
The new beauty:
There is still a whi

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Hail storm
by ~zareen-b

The girl who burnt away
by ~zareen-b

Just shhSaturday. The great and gathering cold. The great and gathering dark.
My room is a cocoon of yellow light and within it, I finally feel free enough to breathe deeply enough to write. It must be the cigarettes.
So many fights. So many tears. The sky was vibrating the other day, to the rhythm of our slash and burn. And when you impaled it with your words, I saw thick death coloured tears running down it's cheeks, and all the trees suddenly shrivelled up and caught fire.
And since then, the landscape has been one of great and gathering cold.

But this is all a good thing. Just shh
by ~zareen-b

Sunday Evening BluesThe various meanings of Sunday evenings. Each of them different, all of them true.
Homework night.
Going for a treat to a cafe with my parents and sister. The cafe my parents dated at. The cafe my sister and me marked weeks gone by at. Year after year after year until the taste of Blue Diamond iced-tea has leached through the air into my memory.
Now we're each of us grown and sunday evening is no longer homework night.
Now we're halfway across the world from each other and my parents go there alone again. They still hold hands underneath my mother's shawl. They still sit at the pool side table and they eat soup and Sunday Evening Blues
by ~zareen-b

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we, the morning dew.
the earth is
an elegant oak
the world a sliver
in our hands an axe

we hack and
hack and

rub our sore
palms

the world is a mangled oak
the earth a sliver
of beauty
. we, the morning dew
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Thought..

Sun Jan 13, 2008, 6:01 AM

Mood: Awestruck
Listening to: Myself
Reading: Little bits of everything
Watching: the world go by
Eating: steak for dinner!!
Drinking: pints and pints of juice

Surrounded as we are by life and death, both equally painful, what can we do except pray for the eternal now?
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Please, God, release me.
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Current Residence: my bedroom in England-Pune in my head
Interests: too whirl-pool and stormy to know at the moment
Favourite movie: The Lord of the Rings trilogy
Favourite band or musician: too many to name - everything except Country, whatever sings my current mood
Favourite genre of music: the tunes playing in my own head.
Favourite artist: the universe
Favourite poet or writer: Tolkien, Richard Bach.
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: ipod nano (dream on!!)
Shell of choice: rainbow crusted and sand kissed
Wallpaper of choice: my view of the world is the only backdrop i have to everything
Skin of choice: mine. obviously
Favourite game: cat and mouse
Personal Quote: Sadness is merely a wall between two gardens. - Khalil Gibran.
Tools of the Trade: Mind, Body, Spirit

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Yahoo: stars_and_cake@yahoo.com

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~liquidtheoryinc Nov 1, 2007, 8:10:04 AM

Thank you for the +fav on "The Kiss"!

--
William Pansky
- "Do not simply believe that which you are told."

my MYSPACE

~jolie-etoile Jul 31, 2007, 6:39:19 PM

thanks so much for the favorite!

*jonzoiplu Jun 3, 2007, 5:28:24 AM

merci beaucoup, mademoiselle

[figures out how to say 'for the watch' in french]

--
let's go play on a baggage carousel

~zareen-b Jun 3, 2007, 11:51:24 AM

Thank you; though I don't speak french

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Aiya Earendil, Elenion Ancalima!!

!amethystae Mar 7, 2007, 6:20:04 AM

HAHA hey! you're welcome again.

I'm finally found the account for me. Life does that to you sometimes.. makes you really confused and indecisive!

Thank you for having some patience!

~collideOscopic Mar 6, 2007, 9:33:47 AM

I find it very difficult to express what I feel about other people's poetry, especially since poetry is such a personal thing, with all its specific meanings known only to the writer... but I think that you pinpoint human emotion, with all its irrationalities and contradictions, in such an achingly beautiful but honest way. So inspiring.

--
Words spatter the pavement until the gutter splutters ink

~bexa Mar 6, 2007, 5:49:24 AM

many thx for the fav on Glass Wing

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Member of Club Ex-po-zure

I have waited long for this day - The fear

Don't worry...we will meet again someday -The Sorrow

Be yourself.....an original is worth more than a copy

''its imperfect art that is often the most interesting and expre