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they're not available5/1/08 – The beach is flat and sandy; normal. Broken shells lie half buried in pale gold, flat white and voiceless. And there are three children sprawled on the sand. Asleep or dead, it’s all the same to them. Their curved eyelids stare blankly, secretive in their masking of the eyes beneath. They reveal nothing, give nothing; they take their duty seriously—but it matters not. The only ones to take the notice, the children, are not present at the moment; who knows when they will return? Perhaps they were swept out with the tide, and perhaps they wonthey're not available
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attempting flight, icarusTo attempt flight— forbidden; think Icarus. His father flew, yes, but low; it was hardly flight at all Icarus—he flew. He died. To attempt flight— forbidden; not ever allowed. But aren’t rules made to be broken?attempting flight, icarus
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"where does the tiger sleep4/21/08 –"where does the tiger sleep
The tiger stalks, homeless and alone. Children sing the praise of the golden lion, a flesh-and-blood sun. They are happy he has come to the jungle, and they wonder—will his pride and his lionesses come with him? The tiger paces, homeless and alone. She has no jungle to return to, no place to hide her stripes. Her orange is beautiful like the setting sun, but not sun in full glory. She is the death and the birth of day—she cannot stand noon. The lion is noon. The lion flashes brilliant. Children love the sun, but they love what is dir
by ~DistantWings
for want of sleep4/19/08 – I am a teen. I am insecure, confident, confused, decided, grown-up, childish, serious, and silly but most of all, I am conflicted. I am responsible—stop treating me like a child! Why do you expect so much of me? Leave me be. I’m fine on my own. Why do you always ignore me? I speak in jolts and fragments, unable to integrate proper grammar into my daily life. I turn one way, then another—which way is right? Who should I be? Who am I? I think I know—no, I don’t. Pay attentionfor want of sleep
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fear of butterfliesI have discovered that I am invisible.fear of butterflies
I think about this in the middle of a crowd. It comes into my head, a gray and blue thought, and I hesitate and stretch my forefinger out before me. I wrinkle the skin on the side of my hand and I brace my knuckles, white and red. My bones leap out of their skin and I close my eyes, so the sun is a big silver-white flattened circle on my eyelids, and inside of it, I can see spots of black and orange.
I think about once, in the fifth grade, when I heard my first curse word: shit, uttered from a mouth with fork prongs for teeth. I think about the girls in middle school who called
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the Pale man and the Bible. The Pale Man and the Bible:the Pale man and the Bible.
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And it was upon a warm summer night whence he took the pen, And took it upon himself to document what had transpired. His blood was attributed to the inkwell and additionally splattered the pages, Echoing his thoughts with sentimentality and hope for the renewal of peace As the sound of the hammer echoed in his ears Silver were the eyes of the dragon driven from the battlefield, Gray was the color with which he spoke,
As he hesitated, hovering over the paper And let the blood dri
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Astronomy in StreamWe are astronomers believing that the world begins precisely when we say it does;Astronomy in Stream
presumptuous and haughty, with a certain air of dangerous.
(assuming that the danger is a file needing cabinet space)
We spend our time on earth with all our senses feeling for a trace of something that is alien without a single speck of life.
(and wonder, wish, and speculate about a motion besting light)
We turn our searching eyes from everything that they have ever known
pretending somewhere in the stars there lies for us a second home.
We have our formulas,
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