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The absence of spring has cursed me.
Winter punctures my hope with snowflakes,
and winds gnaw through my jacket.
I was alone before you found me,
I am alone when you leave.
There's a hole in the middle of my lungs,
it whistles,
There's a hole in the middle of my heart,
it bleeds,
There's a hole in the middle of my trust,
it bristles,
and actions speak louder than deeds.
I woke up halfway to morning,
caressing hope in the dead hours,
teasing it until it believed in me,
as much as I believed in it.
Winter punctures my hope with snowflakes,
and winds gnaw through my jacket.
I was alone before you found me,
I am alone when you leave.
There's a hole in the middle of my lungs,
it whistles,
There's a hole in the middle of my heart,
it bleeds,
There's a hole in the middle of my trust,
it bristles,
and actions speak louder than deeds.
I woke up halfway to morning,
caressing hope in the dead hours,
teasing it until it believed in me,
as much as I believed in it.
Literature
Metro poems
I. "Art Museum"
modern persian miniature on white leaflets;
a maze for lab ants.
II. "Kaiser in Paris"
a deadbeat in front de Franche-Comté;
patents for toilet paper.
III. "in Dingle"
the earliest casualties drowned at night,
driftwood in wilted, Irish fields.
IV. "The Mistake"
August 27 2012, an elephant awoke;
in Tampa, Florida.
~MK
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Shadows
Shadows
The little girl never slept very well. She didnt like the dark. In her twilight lit, dusty room, she watched the gas lamps outside flicker and fade, casting eerie shadows dancing on her walls, which scared her more. When she did sleep (which was in snatches), she dreamt that the shadows on her wall would come alive and drag her away into their evil world. Her father laughed when she told him, telling her that big girls never had nightmares. Shaking her head weakly, she snuggled deeper into her covers, trying to block the shadows away. For a while, it was working and the girl drifted into light fearless sleep. Then
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(Academy: Angel's P.O.V.)
We got to the academy, and I a little bit nervous. I stayed close to Naruto as we walked into his classroom. Naruto sat next to some guy with black hair that looked liked a ducks butt, and I sat next to him. I felt like someone was staring at me, which wasn't to weird, since I'm new here. I looked over and saw the duck-butt haired kid staring at me. I looked into his black eyes, only to see them full and pain, suffering, and anger. Yet somewhat soft to me, in a way. Then, a boy with a pineapple-shaped head came up to us.
Pineapple boy: What are YOU doing here Naruto? This isn't for drop outs. You can't be here unle
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i'm sorry you're having such a rough time... if you ever want to talk feel free to note me...
(i love your writing and i'm so glad i started watching you)
(i love your writing and i'm so glad i started watching you)