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Thinking from the inside out,
Yet somewhat burdened down,
Modesty and kindness show,
Her sparkling floating crown.
Never ending repertoire,
Brain and craftsmans hands,
Sticking to his destiny,
Throughout all times sands.
Imagination through the roof,
Talent has no end,
Online until quite late,
Waiting for it to send.
many little tiny things,
Help make up his mind,
Finding that one thought,
To try and be 'a kind.'
Not the birhgtest spark around,
But easily packs a punch,
Relies on others to help him out,
Saving him from crunch.
Brain that can be ultilised,
Yet never once all used,
Aiming to be above the best.
Never once can lose.
Although she sometimes lacks soem sense,
Her brain is at the top,
Once she is set upon a task,
She never once will stop.
Blowing smoke from his mouth,
Drinking life away,
Gaming through all the night,
Living by the day.
Mind is set upon the task,
Of doing the right thing,
Never thinking of her mind,
Until she hears it sing.
Yet somewhat burdened down,
Modesty and kindness show,
Her sparkling floating crown.
Never ending repertoire,
Brain and craftsmans hands,
Sticking to his destiny,
Throughout all times sands.
Imagination through the roof,
Talent has no end,
Online until quite late,
Waiting for it to send.
many little tiny things,
Help make up his mind,
Finding that one thought,
To try and be 'a kind.'
Not the birhgtest spark around,
But easily packs a punch,
Relies on others to help him out,
Saving him from crunch.
Brain that can be ultilised,
Yet never once all used,
Aiming to be above the best.
Never once can lose.
Although she sometimes lacks soem sense,
Her brain is at the top,
Once she is set upon a task,
She never once will stop.
Blowing smoke from his mouth,
Drinking life away,
Gaming through all the night,
Living by the day.
Mind is set upon the task,
Of doing the right thing,
Never thinking of her mind,
Until she hears it sing.
Literature
psychosomatic demons.
/inhale and exhale. listen for the rise and fall of your abdomen, because it might be the last thing you ever feel./
it begins when you feel the fire warm across the expanse of your back. in an attempt to extinguish it, you twist and turn, falling onto a heap on the floor and arching in ridiculous angles in order to scrabble at the seemingly raw skin. you give up when your joints begin to protest, and the fire happily proceeds to eat through the rest of you. oh, you're so beautiful, it says, words as slick as ice, and it cools down the burnt skin so well. the glint of the mirror catches your eye, and you take in the sinister air, the inky fl
Literature
The Ghosts of Words
Words are for men
and women's minds will twist them.
They may speak, permission granted,
but the pen in all its might
is for men alone.
She knew better. All around
were women writing letters, books, lives.
Her brothers learned, and she listened.
One or two took pity, taught a, b, c
and she remembered.
And she read in cramped dusty rooms
where father never went.
Writing was next, with some practice.
Page after page of letters until her marks
looked like theirs. Until she truly wrote.
From then on it was all hers,
friends and family, towns and journeys,
words and worlds.
Love and denial and despair mixed in
carefully cramped
Literature
seven soulful
once upon a time, fairy tales breathed.
we walked through the peppermint forests,
found gumdrop castles and gingerbread
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