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KJ on Jun 10th, 2008 in
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illustration by MK01
I thought I was perceived as a pessimist when I was younger, when in fact I was just cautious because of my worrying habits. Now, it seems that people see me as too cheerful for my own good!!!
Is it wrong to smile for no reason? Is it wrong to try to look at the better side of things? Is it wrong to acknowledge there is more to a day than traffic and work and stupid news and war and people...
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KJ on Feb 4th, 2008 in
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Karhane Street by ~Arathrim on deviantART
You have your own house with a lawn, or an apartment on a high rise, you have proper windows, proper doors, you feel safe… you have lots of clothes and you have a washing machine, with a dryer too.
You have brand new shoes, a brand new car, a brand new career… you have your diploma(s) on your wall, you have your Certification of Ass Kissing, you have your...
Posted by
KJ on Dec 15th, 2007 in
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photo by YONEMURA
The lit moon, a topaz pendant in the sky.And sparkled on the ocean below its dye.
The rising tide, swiftly addressed the shore.And brought with it the currents from Amore.
The little seashell, carried away by time.And sang a hollow melody out of rhyme.
The receptive shore, from home in distant lands.And a sanctuary and grave in its sands.
The bigger seashell, slept sound in the sands’ womb.And...
Posted by
KJ on Nov 15th, 2007 in
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I sit in a 3×3 room; a Toshiba 60″ plasma hangs on the wall, beneath it is an IP Phone that proudly screams CISCO Systems. It is not blinking; there are no new messages.
A big, round table made of birch wood is in the middle, surrounded by 4 gray chairs. The carpet is stained with spilled coffee, tea, and orange juice – the latter two of which I had contributed heavily to.
In the corner of the room...
Posted by
KJ on May 2nd, 2007 in
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Written by me
Have you ever cared for someone,You’d die if you made them sad?You’d rather burn in the sunAnd it would never feel that bad.
You give and give and never ask back,And you refuse because it won’t feel right.But all you do is burden your sack,And drop another straw on your plight.
You keep your silence and your smilesWhen the one you care for begins to scold.Then you walk away the milesAlone in...