There is little else worth saying, so I shall say no more.


Reflections on AuschwitzAuschwitz today. I was dreading it, more than I can say. I honestly don't remember all that much of my visit two summers ago. I think I've tried to block it from my mind. Oh, I have little fragmented pictures of rooms and pictures and objects, but I mostly remember that I shut myself down emotionally. I could not, I would not feel. Other than that, I simply remember that when it was over, I was changed.Reflections on Auschwitz
A trip to a concentration or death camp must change you; I can't see any way it couldn't. You can go to a Holocaust Museum and not be changed.&nbs


post-Auschwitzyou look and see a simple shoe piled here among the otherspost-Auschwitz
quite similar
yet i was a life so long ago i ran through fields and walked the roads i carried her
wherever her heart desired
i kept her feet warm and protected her skin once warm... full of life like yours
until one day when i
was thrown aside -- a by-product of horror
and she whom i had served was led away never seen by me again
and on that day i, who had been a life became also a death
and though i lay  


myself when i am realevery scar you see without all perfections (mostly im-) and what you find delving into my soul:myself when i am real
every piece of me that’s torn away from where it ought to be and glued back on somewhere to make me whole:
the outlines of the shoddy jobs of pasting – where decay shows through and things that long ago began to heal:
all the things that i would change and all the things i never can combined with those i should and someday shall:
myself when i am real


.on one i shall not name.an unwilling soldier i've entered this fray to fight for my right to be i cannot allow you to usurp my soul to trample me beneath the hatred you wear on your feet..on one i shall not name.
and i'm finding now, within myself feelings that have lain dormant for years attitudes i thought i'd buried words i'd hoped i had defeated long ago.
oh what you do to me, bring out the worst and make it thrive and i find that in fighting for myself my biggest enemy is holding my sword in my hands.
and if you are the abyss i do not like
what you are looki


Capture MeDon't try to capture me when I'm like this. I'm not okay with that, afraid my pain might show on the final product, afraid your camera might catch the silent tears that you fail to see. I'll fake a smile, even a laugh, but I'm not sure that will be enough. What if that imposter cracks when the flash goes off? What if the lens focuses on the pain in my eyes? Go on, stare all you want. But don't capture me. Point and criticise, laugh and talk behind my back. But don't capture me. Don't you see? I'm tryiCapture Me
all the best,
ThE-Mok
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Emotion, The key,
The written word, the door,
Together, An unstopable force,
Use wisely, The world is yours.
Have a brouse of my
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(and I am not resigned.)
sorry that I sneezed on your page.. now it's all messed up..
PS - Thank you
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(and I am not resigned.)
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