September 22nd, 2007
I’ve developed a fear of communication. I can’t talk to people. I don’t visit the forums I liked so much. I don’t sign into instant messengers. I keep my cellphone switched off all the time. I don’t talk to people on facebook/orkut. I cannot even write for this blog. What is happening here? Is this an extension of OCD? I don’t know what it is but it is terrible.
September 10th, 2007
The thought of you,
That refuses to leave me be
My being distorted by one truth
You… you, the biggest lie
I don’t know what this madness is
What is this insanity?
Even in my dreams,
I hear you calling out to me
Your voice, it echoes in my ears
Like a thousand silences
In every vein of my body
You run your poisonous course
Why wont you leave me be?
Why wont you leave me be?
September 2nd, 2007
Posted
in
Poems by
Kunal Goel
I personally believe that us americans
are unable to do so because osama.
People out there
in our nation
don’t have that,
And I believe that our education
like such as south africa and
such as the Iraq.
everywhere “such as”.
And I believe our education
should help the US
should help the south africa
and the iraq
and the asian countries
so we can build up
our future.
- Line breaks by Tim Howland
Original Video here