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Comic Book HeroWe met in the Summer, I was single and free,
PetalsYou don’t know,Petals by ~etykut
you can’t know,
you’re too young and clumsy to know something so intricate,
yet when you’re old enough to even be considered you’ll be too wisely ancient to endanger yourself in the pursuit of such fragility,
an endless cycle
of repeated arguments,
yet they aren’t arguments because there is only one side,
yourself telling yourself what is true
and what you know to understand,
because as far as you know, you know
what you know
and you understand it
as it is there to be understood.
How then can you know
what you don’t?
But you do think
of new things,
things that you do not know,
things that you glimpse through a fog,
like lights in your brain,
illuminating an entire world for your viewing pleasure before crashing down and tearing apart your tree of conception that you have climbed so high to understand,
leaving only a blackened hole,
a crater of desolation that cannot be less,
it can only be more and as it beco
CloudsThe fair's in town, but it is only open for a week. Inside are promises of rides, games, and deep fried food for all ages. For a whole week the streets are crammed with cars while screams of joy are heard all over town. There are long lines for everything, but on the last day the lines are even longer. Outside the gates, groups of people push and shove to get inside. In the front , is a little girl about the age of seven and a half. Her dress is the color of yellow and her brown hair is in little pig tails. With a smile of anticipation, she goes up to the man with a stamp. The man doesn't smile at her, only asks for the money in her hand. She doesn't mind as she hands him the money and skips inside after he presses the stamp ontop of her hand. She ignores the lines for food or games and contiues to skip ahead; she has come for one thing and one thing only, the rest can wait until next year.Clouds by ~thinkingofcanniblism
Ten minutes pass and now her smile is gone, replaced by a frown; she's no longer skipping. Her
The stars and planetsMy mind disconnects when stars are revealed at nightThe stars and planets by ~GentlePeace
And millions and millions of planets, so distant and bright
And for us to be told we’re alone in the universe is a lie
There must be another species, that’s something we can’t deny
But some of us, with curiosity filling our minds
Investigates these stars, these planets
Hoping to find something hidden, something new for mankind
But some even fear, that which lies hidden is our end
But I do not know what to believe
They could bring peace, or tragedy
Though, from what we’ve seen, they are their own worst enemy
From these self-proclaimed “human beings”
Into The MarshesMama once sayed not to go down to the marshes because the snakes and monsters and creeping crawlies live there. They gone eat you up, she says, gone eat you up like a sundae on Saturday morning.Into The Marshes by ~frizzymissizzy
What you think Donny Two Cents and I gone do on a boring afternoon?
We gone down to the marshes.
“You don’t think this real bad, do you, Squeaky?” Donny Two Cents asked me. Boy is scareder than a fish in a crocodile pond. Makes me scared too, but I ain’t never telling him that.
“Course I don’t think that, why you ask?” I snapped back. “We gone to the marshes to look for the Oogey Boogey Man.” I raised my arms real high and grinned like one a them crazies you see down by St. Ann’s. They just walk around in circles all day in St. Ann’s fenced in yard and sometimes stare at the sun.
“Oogey Boogey Man?” repeated Donny Two Cents. He already trembling, that shakey boy. If we filled him with pecans he’d be a walking ma
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