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As the wind gives voice to the trees
in the form of their rustling leaves,
I find myself amazed.
There are things in this world
that cause me to whirl
in place despite the maze.
Unwanting to
continue to choose
which hallway to hitherward to,
a head turns to swim in the craze of a phase
of irration made necessary.
in the form of their rustling leaves,
I find myself amazed.
There are things in this world
that cause me to whirl
in place despite the maze.
Unwanting to
continue to choose
which hallway to hitherward to,
a head turns to swim in the craze of a phase
of irration made necessary.
Literature
Heroshipping...
Pokemon fan fiction short
Heroshipping
Skit
“Who the hell is this kid?” Ray asked as a general question, starring down at the red headed boy in front of him who glared back with emerald green eyes.
“Why don’t you try asking me what my name is?” He demanded.
“Oi! They make them so feisty now a days.” John commented to one in particular, “Especially the short ones.”
“I thought we were supposed to be meeting someone who belongs to a shipping that the author just found out about.” Cody said, “It can’t be this kid, can it?”
“Colosseumshipping is the only
Literature
Traumfuge 2
Weit draußen habe ich mich gesehen. Außerhalb von Sinn, Verstand und Verletzlichkeit. Wieder ein Traum.
Ein hell-bläulicher und frostiger Stich vor meinen Augen. Ich betrete eine kalte Lichtung. Vielleicht noch ein bisschen Herbst, kurz vor Winteranfang. Beiwerk und scharf-stehend wie Soldaten: der Wald, der sich seltsam künstlich ansehen lässt. Ich glaube, bald wird er sterben.
Ich laufe weiter, gehe durch einen offenen Schlund des Waldes. Auf dem Boden liegen herabgestürzte, kraklige Äste und dünnes, aber unnachgiebiges Astgestrüpp. Unter meinen Füßen, Schritt für Schritt, zerlaufe ich die schwarz-braune Waldasche mit meinen harten Sohlen
Literature
Red Dress, Blue Dress
I send Blue Dress to class today, because Red went yesterday and if she has to hear Donnie pronounce denizen wrong one more time, she will explode right there into crimson flames. Blue spent the day at home on my bed, reading The Namesake and filling a whole page in my journal with musings about identity. She's too much in her head sometimes. A little forced socialization will be good for her.
She's my Blue Dress, but that's only how I think of her -- today she's wearing a block-print t-shirt I made in art last year and my favorite pair of dark jeans. The part that makes her Blue Dress is where she smiles at the crossing guard and asks how h
To be amazed is to forget the burden of an objective.
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