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A Cynic's View of Romance
A Cynic's View of Romance
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Fiona Lokot
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running from the heart’s desires
this was the time of my escape / but it is better if I leave you now / I had my glimpse of hope / my taste of passion / wonder and joy…
dying on the inside losing hope
Hasty decisions led to a lifetime’s bondage. / I collapse in the gravity of long-past choices / And see a grey future before me. / A…
Love and Torture Are The Same Thing
You’ve tangled yourself in the thorns and briers of my messy soul / And as you pulled away you ripped it out of me, and / Left me wo…
Stand Off? A lament on distance and separation
Two figures standing face to face but separate. / A drift of dandelion seeds stirring in the space between us. / The light here is pale gre…
Something about peering into a person’s soul
2010-01-02 / Lover and monster. / My desire to read the soul. / What words exist within the frame I see before me? / I would rip you open i…
The Phantom of the Opera: or, the house that won&…
2009-07-01 / Musings on The Phantom of the Opera, rainy days and romance. / Scattered showers fall on the wild, windy day. The grey clouds …
morality
What use is outward good behaviour if the mind is darkened by hatred? Change the inside first, and the outside is bound to follow.
Love: I was not made for this
In the harsh light of day, as the sun chases away the outlandish fictions of my heart / (those cruel tormentors that whisper hopeful lies) …
further lamentations and frustrations: ode to ano…
I died a thousands deaths because of him. / Though he slay me, it was never really his fault – / the way he invaded my dreams / so t…
prove me wrong
something is terribly wrong within me, with me
miracles
my countless reasons for my unworthiness listed in cold ink and sharp clarity