Saionji Shonagon
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One dreamed of becoming somebody. Another remained awake and became. (Found in a fortune cookie.)
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 18, 2017 0:46:36 GMT -5
Across centuries Voices carved in stone whisper, "I lived, I mattered." So many stories to read, So many voices to hear.
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Saionji Shonagon
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One dreamed of becoming somebody. Another remained awake and became. (Found in a fortune cookie.)
Posts: 7,240
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 18, 2017 23:14:15 GMT -5
A break in the grey Greets me on this afternoon After months of rain. Sadly, the petunias droop Their waterlogged pink petals.
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Post by Kagami Tomoko on Apr 19, 2017 1:09:07 GMT -5
It is days like these, that you must laugh at yourself, and your misfortune. Romance and food poisoning: What more could /this/ woman want?
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Saionji Shonagon
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One dreamed of becoming somebody. Another remained awake and became. (Found in a fortune cookie.)
Posts: 7,240
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 19, 2017 15:17:07 GMT -5
Oh, look. You're helping With your pompous pronouncements From your mountaintop. I might value your input If you ever did something.
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Post by Kagami Tomoko on Apr 19, 2017 23:48:29 GMT -5
crawling crystal skies dark watercolor clouds paint with such vibrancy! As far as the eyes can see a carpet, of superb blooms.
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Post by momoyama on Apr 20, 2017 9:31:49 GMT -5
Kamakura bronze or is it Muromachi? whose hands crafted this? twenty-eight generations difficult to comprehend
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Apr 20, 2017 20:34:35 GMT -5
Like twisted branches Flourishing with leaves, I hide The pain with a smile I would scream the stars awake If only I had my voice
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Saionji Shonagon
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One dreamed of becoming somebody. Another remained awake and became. (Found in a fortune cookie.)
Posts: 7,240
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 21, 2017 12:41:17 GMT -5
My sword is useless. Slow hands, slow feet and slow eye Conspire against me. All setbacks and no breakthroughs Make this the hardest battle.
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Apr 21, 2017 16:00:30 GMT -5
These words of despair Sharper than the finest blade Leaving deeper wounds Sorrow is always with us Suffering is optional
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Post by momoyama on Apr 22, 2017 11:21:09 GMT -5
Fire and shooting stars warm your bones and have a drink it's Saturday night why can't every day be as grand as tonight has been?
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Saionji Shonagon
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One dreamed of becoming somebody. Another remained awake and became. (Found in a fortune cookie.)
Posts: 7,240
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 23, 2017 23:25:00 GMT -5
I suppose I must Write tonight, though I feel I Am an empty cup. Inspiration is fickle And, I think, overrated.
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Apr 24, 2017 18:43:57 GMT -5
What is sorrow but A corporeal substance From which art is made? Give me a chisel, I shall Whittle my woes away
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Saionji Shonagon
New Member
One dreamed of becoming somebody. Another remained awake and became. (Found in a fortune cookie.)
Posts: 7,240
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 25, 2017 0:34:53 GMT -5
Another sunset Hides behind curtains of grey, Shielding her bright face. Heedless, the lights of the port Will light the sky through the night.
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Post by momoyama on Apr 25, 2017 9:00:06 GMT -5
Too many projects that I really want to do three in progress now but isn't that what life is? never really finishing
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Saionji Shonagon
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One dreamed of becoming somebody. Another remained awake and became. (Found in a fortune cookie.)
Posts: 7,240
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 26, 2017 9:15:30 GMT -5
Heavy eyelids drooped, I resisted with a start At each tempting nod. All in vain: sleep vanquished me And I did not write last night!
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