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~FerengCheng
is enjoying six free weeks. ^^Newest
Cats Drinking coffee in the mid-afternoon seems to be the thing to do, so we sat down in a café, each with a coffee before us. Light music played pleasantly in the background. “I used to have a cat,” she said suddenly, swirling her coffee. “Do you like cats?” I shook my head ruefully. “I’m allergic to them,” I explained. “Yes,” she said, looking directly at me for a moment. “But do you like them?” I considered. “Well, they’re cute, but iCats
by ~FerengCheng
Ferris WheelA whirl and it's over, the ride done, light trails across my vision struggle to keep up with my words already up and running to the next departure pointFerris Wheel
-wherever that is-
and I follow behind like an afterthought a memory of the lights, the flight, a tumble through the darkness
Or was I-
am i-
Can you feel the void spin? Am I standing still, or is the world moving without me left like an old photograph a dying ember from a fire that leapt momentarily hope
by ~FerengCheng
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Devil DancerDevil Dancer ~Devil Dancer
Down in hell one fateful night,
the devil had a dream. A vivid dream of a fancy ballet, and he, the dancing queen.
A crystal palace encrusted with gold, a fancy fountain of pearl. Satan, best dressed, and best smile to boot, dancing into the hearts of the world.
The devil awoke to a deafening roar, a unison of ten-thousand screams. Satan got mad and blew up his alarm clock, for breaking his beautiful dream.
He tried to fall back and continue the dream, but he couldn't get back to his slumber. So he stompe
by ~MiNTYFrESH-13
midnight phonecallsHow do I tell you that I feel isolated, or that I miss you and I still need you here, without sounding desperate and delusional? If only you would stop and listenmidnight phonecalls
I’m glad I can still call you friend, And that we can talk our throats dry, (I’ve seen those donkeys missing legs) Just like we used to when we were flying high On morphine dreams and video games
The last real smile you showed me Was during the winter before If I think carefully it was Frosted with the icing sugar From the birthday cake I gave you
The roles have reverse
by ~akai-hanabi
songs in sleepThe sun has gone, along with the faded horizon Half the world's shadows have disappeared Those left behind wander around like cats sans tails And the other half disturbed by the shadow-less Protect the remaining shadows by clinging to the dark, Marking their territory and barking hoarsely, Chasing driver-less, flesh coloured cars With hairy roofs and wobbly, rubbery paint jobs Polluting the air with the fumes of factories The founding father trees wither, shrink and die, As all the water is used to fuel the cars, They fall away as the ground crumbles below themsongs in sleep
by ~akai-hanabi
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"Haiku Error Messages"
In Japan, Sony Vaio machines have replaced the impersonal and unhelpful Microsoft error messages with their own Japanese haiku poetry. Each only 17 syllables.
Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.
A file that big?
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.
The Web site you seek
Can not be located but
Countless more exist.
Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.
ABORTED effort:
Close all that you have worked on.
You ask way too much.
Yesterday it worked.
Today it is not working.
Windows is like that.
First snow, then silence.
This thousand dollar screen dies
So beautifully.
With searching comes loss
And the presence of absence:
"My Novel" not found.
The Tao that is seen
Is not the true Tao, until
You bring fresh toner.
Stay the patient course
Of little worth is your ire
The network is down
A crash reduces
Your expensive computer
To a simple stone.
Three things are certain:
Death, taxes, and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.
You step in the stream,
But the water has moved on.
This page is not here.
Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.
Having been erased,
The document you're seeking
Must now be retyped.
Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both are blank.
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