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GrapeWhen asked what the grape had said,
It replied with silent space,
Because a grape is just a grape,
And it doesn't really give a shit.
The Death Of A DogThe town hadn’t been the same since, Jimmy had fallen into the wood chipper, but that didn’t stop us from having a good time. I would have felt sorry about the accident, but Jim was the playground bully, and I was kind of relieved that I wouldn’t be going home with trousers full of sand anymore. Besides, who had time to be worrying about accidents from the past when you had to deal with one now. “Sammy, why did you do that?” I asked.
“It’s not my fault,” Sammy yelled back, “It was already dead when I started poking it.”
“You’re lying,” I bend down near the dog and poked at its belly. “It was alive this morning, you did something to it to make it die.”
“How could I make it die?” Sammy kicked at the ground, “I’m not even old enough to make things die.”
“What are you taking about? We’re eight, that’s old enough.” I responded, “Remember that
Love In The CloudsWhat can the emotions tell,
when all the love is gone,
but the clouds still float on by.
BarrierA wise man once said,
"Do not fear the storm,
for it is in you,
and you alone can calm it."
Though branches may break,
and trunks may fall,
it is not the end,
and you have the control.
As harsh as life may be,
wind and rain is not the barrier;
It is the road,
and a new path can always be made.
Wars and BirdsTo all the birds that cried in vain
-let us not think of the past,
but instead think of how the sun rises.
The how and why is unknown,
yet we still try because our graves are not set in stone.
We may not know who we are now,
but our reflections do, and they are just.
At the end of the battle no bird was ever left unworn,
but they held peace within their scars.
Dusk never fell on those who saw,
but waited until the sun hit their backs.
All I Will Ever BeWhat I am
is nothing more than a grain of sand
in a desert filled with endless dunes.
I am nothing
compared to the endless oceans
that are filled with endless depths.
I cannot compare
to the trunks of the trees,
for they will always reach what I cannot.
Nothing am I
to the solar eclipses,
which will cover more than my mind ever will.
Nor am I
the same as any human being,
for I am just me, and that is all I will ever be.
The Naked Man Visits Censura A strange thing happened in Censura. A lonely man had walked into the tiny town, naked, and asked for directions to the sea. His stark-naked body was met with screams from women and angry protests from men. Before he had managed to reach the center of the town, he was surrounded, on all fronts, by a fuming mob. “Where is the sea?” he asked calmly, not seeming to notice as his hands were tied behind his back.
“What is the meaning of this?” A town official questioned him.
“I do not know what you mean.” The man responded in a soft voice.
“Just look at you!” the official spat as he took a blanket from a nearby woman. “I want you to wrap this around yourself.”
The Body Is A BridgeThe body is a bridge,
the tollbooth our judgment.
A wise man once said that our judgments do not reflect what we actually see, but instead are constant reminders of the insecurity we have within ourselves.
A builder takes his tools and builds a bridge,
while a man shapes his image by posing nude.
The Iron, Timber and Nails hold the bridge.
The tendons, nerves and veins embrace the human.
Handrails are our peace of mind,
Foundations are the muscles that support and endure.
A commoner watches in fascination as the waves crash against the pillars,
but a wise man reflects upon himself,
and wonders how his own arms compare.
A nude man stands at the center,
Supporters and haters stand at opposite ends.
And the wise man repeats, we burn our bridges in anger, but build new ones to connect. A man has never been so proud then when he stood naked in front of his own kind.
*Faith*Across the river
Stepping stones, I lightly tread
Leading who knows where.
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
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