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Kisa (? – 2003): The pouncy calico.
Assorted photos of me: Self-explanatory.

Poetry (for some definition): The texts for these are further down on this page.

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After She's Gone

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[Composed by Brian Aydemir at ~1am on 2003-06-23.]

After She's Gone

[Composed by Brian Aydemir at ~4am on some day in November 1999.]

The pages sit blank before me
Staring at me in a mocking sort of way
The brain conjures a sneer
Confident it could fill the reams
Just give it wood and lead

But alas, it writes on other matters
Wandering about, unable to do anything
The music relaxes
Still no ideas
Or rather a spirit to solidify them
It can only think

The poetry, a poor substitute
The heart's done better
This soul's felt more than this

A pause, a bit of time
More movement
Image of a cat
No one here
Piano, melody, a deathly silence.

To have let go
There's the rub
Pain that destroys serenity
Kills all hope
Roses surviving to the morn'
Mox, a kitten, another friend long since retired to bed
As I lie (sit?) here awake.

No muses to quell my spirit
That damned thing
Too lazy to finish a paltry task
Claiming to want to learn it all
Always falling to the bottom
No treetops, or stars tonight

Stray patterns
None distinct
All equally unique
Confusion
Void no longer pristine
A slate wiped clean

Sleep so sorely in need
No matter
The soul lives on
Searching for something
God perhaps?
Maybe not
Or so.
Rather so I hope.
No is not the answer
But to more baser things

Those damn sandbags
This must be written
Neatness. For the world to see.
I am annoyed.