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Barefoot RainstormI arrived here a barefoot rainstorm
on the wrong side of this
I was afraid of the sun
and didn't want you to care about me.
You were glittery-gold and green,
bruised grass and sun
and you cared anyway.
We were holes in knees
of our jeans, we were sewing needles,
we were sad-happy-scared
and we were here.
I trusted you.
We were clumsy,
we were laughter-dangerous
and there was blood on the floor.
You laughed as I cleaned it.
We were home,
and I learned not to hate the sun.
It's midnight this afternoon
and the sun is off the edge of the map.
And I'm barefoot in the rainstorm and an entire country from home.
And I'm clumsy,
and there's no one to laugh
as I clean myself from the floor.
(But maybe one day the clouds will go.)
(You're still green-glitter gold
[midnight's only so long]
and I still believe in our sky.)
Cherry-Eucaplytus MiseryI make cheap tea
in a cheap plastic cup,
boil it down into ashes.
Tastes like ashes, tastes like destiny.
I didn't ask for this.
Knees bent into chest
wounded and scream-gasping
because I didn't ask for this.
I lie in bed at night
and play with the edges of the blankets.
I listen for breathing. I hear my own.
I am ashamed.
There's nothing on the floor but dirt,
tracked in on my shoes
but I'm barefoot now
and what are we going to do about that.
There's mud on my feet
and the grass is green-tea sunshine
but I lost my tongue.
Sewed sewage under my skin
and drank poison to wash away the taste
of my tears.
They gave me cough drops for my bronchitis,
and all that's left in me
is cherry-eucalyptus misery.
There's nothing on the floor but me,
cherry-eucaplytus and bent knees,
elbows dug into sewage-sewn ribs.
The kettle clicks off,
and my destiny pools in a two-dollar cup
and I cry ashes instead of tears.
ConsumptionI came downstairs to tell you
that Spring was coming
and found you dining on the sunrise.
All butter and egg yolks and warmth.
I didn't mind, but wished you had saved some
for me. The winter was cold and
A week later, you plucked the sun
from the sky and gouged off the peel,
I had been enjoying the warmth.
I was cold.
You consumed all the light.
You came next for my hair,
for I was blonde even in the dark.
I caught you picking out the sunbeams
and was sad until the dark was too heavy
I didn't fight you when you came for my eyes,
they grew dark and dull, but so was I.
But you couldn't have the stars.
You wanted them, to pop them in your mouth
like candy. But I fought you for them.
The sky and I, you see,
we are dark and cold.
Explorations of the Barely ConsciousSleeplessness is tangled
in my eyelashes.
I climbed a tree last night
to scrape my face against
the sunset, to take
gasps of night into
myself, taste the sleep
I’ll never get
Hung a flashlight from a branch,
who am I to make a star?
I waited for sleep to come
like an alien invasion.
It came for many
but left me behind.
I hold a star in my hands.
If I showed you it'd become a flashlight,
you wouldn’t believe me.
I’ll keep it for myself.
The aliens left me here,
but they gave me the star.
I scraped my cheek
against the sunset
and I burned,
for the night is cold.
Lost in the darkness,
I wait for it to come back,
to take me with them,
to take me home.
I am not just the insomniac
in the tree,
I am their star.
The Hazards of Higher ConsciousnessI've covered the floor with
scrap-paper turned math lesson,
used up half the flip-over paper,
drew the calculus proofs
I memorized along with my name
I made a map of my brain,
found the Brodmann's areas
and colored them so prettily
Tacked it to the wall to say
look there, see it
The math has all those pretty steps,
the map just makes sense.
I put them on the floor for you,
so we can pretend
so do I
The ArtistsHe told himself not to touch the wet paint.
But it's too late,
it's dried to his fingertips.
It's tracked its way to under his eyes,
turquoise and yellowy-brown tears.
She told herself she'd keep it clean.
But it's too late,
there's graphite on the side of her hand.
Eraser shavings under her nails,
ink stain shadows under her eyes.
They're smeary gray, purple-flecked
crying colors and rimmed in feelings.
They told themselves they'd keep it hidden,
present the same blank sheet as all the others.
But it's too late,
they were artwork before they knew any better.
Baby's lullabyall of the children went to their beds,
a soft starry light guarding their heads;
hush now baby, don't you weep,
silence is just music put to sleep.
Lolli's Desu and Helpful List of PLZ's:iconiloveitplz: :iconiloveitmoreplz: :iconretardiloveitplz: :iconiheartitplz: :iconilovekrissiplz: :iconikilleditplz: :iconinomitplz: :iconirapeitplz: :iconilikeitplz: :iconilickitplz: :iconidislikeitplz: :iconihateitplz: :iconiwantitplz: :iconicantbelieveitplz: :iconiderpitplz: :iconikissitplz: :iconidontloveitplz:
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Together, in snacky happiness
Together, in snack-y happiness
in snack-y happiness
In my galaxy there is a special treat
For chocolate cake it surely does beat
It sparkles and shines in cosmic noise
"Share with me!" she said, in such a sweet voice
As we eat them, together, in snack-y happiness
They fall from the sky from angels above
When I eat just one I fly like a dove!
For these are the star bits I share with you
I hope you will be in happiness too
Hungry Luma's will eat star bits all day
So Mario can fly far, far away
Rosalina will gladly send you s
shattered reflection kevin
kevin cross time shattered reflection (kevin ,gwevin, cross time)
chap 1....... the other me (beyond the looking glass)
ua/af 17 year old kevin accidentally cross time traveling into the ken 10 universe/world meting the stuffy adult ben 10k that af ben and af gwen had met as kids and also meting Devlin and of course the adult Gwendolyn (thinking she is hot ) and kevin has to convince them that he is a good person unlike evil kevin 11000 so that they will help him get back to his own time and world and there will be some gwevin and some cute dev kev thing in this too
for simplicity im going to refer to the characters accordingly
adult ken 10 gwen = Gwendolyn
adult ken 10 ben = ben 10k
adult ken 10 kevin = kevin 11000
af/ua 17 year old kevin = kevin
af/ua 16 year old gwen = gwen
af/ua 16 year old ben = ben
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(( alien force/ultimate alien world ))
kevin Levin: 17 year old
gwen, sunny & ben: 16
Blue and OrangeA flash of orange,
A flash of blue.
A portal for me,
A portal for you.
The cake is a lie,
Don't be a noob.
Get ready to catch,
The Companion Cube!
Knock down the turret,
"Are you still there?"
Quick, send it soaring,
Up high in the air!
Well here we are,
Get your gun ready.
Launch a rocket at GLaDOS,
Keep your hand steady!
The game is over,
"You know what? You win!"
Playing Portal is fun,
You'll leave with a grin.
A Pony PoemTwilight is the smartest; Fluttershy is the sweetest.
Pinkie Pie is funny; Rarity is the neatest.
Applejack is strong, but Rainbow Dash's speed
Can't be matched by anypony, she's always in the lead.
A bunny for your troubles, a Gummy for your do,
an owl for your pedestal, a tortoise just for you,
as Opal bats your face and Winona flocks your sheep,
and Spike writes up your letter before he falls asleep.
The ponies and their friendship, they're coming just for you.
They'll rob you of your dignity and sweeten what you do.
You'll fight and bite and shout, refusing to give in,
till Fluttershy sings her lullaby and gently tucks you in.
Join the herd today.
If I were a teddy bearIf I were a teddy bear, I want to be the dullest colour in life
It's not the brightest that get attention, it would be the price
All I want is a master, not any more plaster
My body is already filled with cuts, as I don't need any more haircuts
My heart has not stopped, it's not the cold
It's just on hold, to admire the spot
As I be picked, my heart will be clicked
Why do I cry in your arms, when I'm filled with joy over your charms
One day I will be the one to soak up your tears, as I be here for years
Little Red's StarsLittle Red scrubbed until her knuckles bled,
her knees grew raw and her cheeks turned red.
"Day in and day out," by the Stars she was told,
"Work hard, and you will soon be worth your weight in gold."
So she did: she worked day in and day out,
in fog, in water, in rain and in drought,
her lips the only part of her that did not move
for she knew the Stars would disapprove.
The villagers always stopped to ask her when she bled:
"Why do you not speak at all, Little Red?
Move me like you move the ground, wade the waters,
so we may leave an example to all our daughters."
She was born with a voice, you see:
one that could give even fire a spark, they would decree--
part the sea, make the earth drum under her taught feet--
yet, they could not figure out why she would not speak.
She only looked down and returned to her work, no doubt,
for everyday they knew she worked day in and day out--
from five in the morning to five in the evening,
to when her hands and knees would have no feeling.
Some Nights I'm Afraid of ThingsSome nights I’m afraid of things
of being sick, of taking a bad fall
of big, fanged bats with leathery wings
the fights I hear through my bedroom wall.
By day my fears might go away,
and then I am happily free,
but at night they might come back to play,
I’m afraid of things, they’re real to me.
I tell my mother, she says ‘don’t worry!’
My father says there’s nothing to fear.
They don’t see, they’re in a hurry,
but to me the dangers are all too clear.
Some say my worries have no ground,
that of fear I know nothing yet.
But what if I lose homework, and it’s never found,
or something happens to my favorite pet?
My teacher laughs, she says I’m funny,
she doesn’t know this gives me pain.
She tells me to make each day sunny,
she doesn’t know it sometimes rains
Bugs crawl into my ears at night
big mean dogs, a bad story-elf,
and at morning the bugs take flight
but through the night I’m by myself.
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