Archive for the ‘Musings’ Category

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Dear Struggle,

August 21, 2007

Dear Struggle,

You, are always there with me.

People walk in and then they walk out. Times, money, places, opportunities, happiness, youth, sadness all come and go.

But you? No. You will never walk out on me. I know. You are like my shadow, my closest ally, my most known feeling. You are always there for me, aint you?

With you I am something. Without you, nothing. You define me, complete me. You have grown on me, and now I have actually started liking you.

So stay.

Sometimes, I may fight with you. Ask you to leave. Go away. But I know you will come back. After all, you too cant live without me.

If it wasnt for you, there would be just existence. The wins over you are what give me happiness, joy and ecstasy. So thank you.

Yours,
Ginger

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A life that lived

August 21, 2007

Everything that I could have done, but will never do…
Everyone I could have been, but never will be…
And all those things that I dont even know I have missed…

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Can I live my life a million times over? A different story, each time?

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So much to take, so much to give
Before I leave, a million lives to live.

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Irony

August 15, 2007

When being happy requires an effort
Happiness itself becomes a topic of mirth.

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If I could

August 15, 2007

If I could go back in time,
And change one thing that I did,
I would probably just fearlessly
Say everything that I ever hid

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Masked

August 14, 2007

So we still have our layered conversations.
Two at a time.

Thought as prose,
Masked as a rhyme.

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Wisps of Smoke

August 14, 2007

Sometimes you just dissipate and simply fade away
‘Just thinking something else’ is all you say,
Sometimes you are just increasingly dense,
And when asked, you just call yourself intense.

Around me, yet I can’t touch, you are still but wisps of smoke
Smoldering away inside you and me, the ashes of our love choke.

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O’ Stranger

August 13, 2007

O’ Stranger, it’s so easy to open up everything to you
I can pour my heart and not care about being judged too