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April 15, 2016
Helmets by Monocephalized
Featured by brennennn
Suggested by JustACapharnaum
Literature Text
Mist of green clouds
Strung between these hearty elms
Here I’m running
Underneath their counselled helms
Warriors who fought
Both arms locked with bloody ground
That I would walk on
And never let it overwhelm
Sticks and smooth rocks
Much larger than the home I built
All from a lost age
When there was barren branch in wilt
Flurry by me
A fury to my longing heart
I wear atop me
An armour by my blade and hilt
I walk when ready
The sign a heavy sleeping vein
And ones beside me
I hope I have my portion same
A fog of travel
A mind well grounded in my gait
As stones and forest
Persist atop the ground they came
Strung between these hearty elms
Here I’m running
Underneath their counselled helms
Warriors who fought
Both arms locked with bloody ground
That I would walk on
And never let it overwhelm
Sticks and smooth rocks
Much larger than the home I built
All from a lost age
When there was barren branch in wilt
Flurry by me
A fury to my longing heart
I wear atop me
An armour by my blade and hilt
I walk when ready
The sign a heavy sleeping vein
And ones beside me
I hope I have my portion same
A fog of travel
A mind well grounded in my gait
As stones and forest
Persist atop the ground they came
Literature
groupthink and gardens
we've grown so used to
stepping on flower buds before they can bloom because
they're a different color than everyone else's and
different doesn't fall into the category of "good" or "acceptable."
different doesn't fit here,
so we try and try again to soak stems in food colored water and
thick-coat paint on petals hoping that maybe our defects
will sprout some sense and learn to conform
and match the rest.
we took seeds from other gardens
and planted them in our own until our yards
looked the exact same as theirs and then
our flowers weren't a different color than everyone else's anymore and
that scared me.
i wanted deviation;
i had no desire
Literature
Of All the Places in the Universe
She was a button girl. Thirteen and already too old to be beautiful with grimy cheekbones accented by listless, golden-gray hair. She spent her time trying to sell her collection, dozens of buttons lined neatly in a haggard box. The large one with tiny flowers etched into them, a plain navy one, and the bright pink button were her favorites. They were the ones she hoped would find a home in some little girl's cherished dress or a mother's apron.
With her coat straining around her, eyes crowded with years of cold and unease, she held out her box to a passerby. Buttons flashed in the muted light, but the man scoffed as he continued past her. S
Literature
Unclear
The picture is framed in lakeside mists,
We're swathed in blankets
And chuckling about how
We look like Scottish immigrants,
And groaning and grinning,
Because we aren't morning people.
The sun creeps over a sapphire hill
And lights the water on fire
We sit and sigh
Our bare feet tucked up
On the cold wooden pier,
And I fit exactly beneath your arm.
The scene is utterly clear
Shining like the morning;
I look up into your face,
But I don't know what I expected
Because that part
Is not so clear.
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Originally written on March 27, 2016. Difficult words to type, I have no energy to lately.
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Great Job <3