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Week 23 (October 15th-October 22nd) Short Story Contest! DONE!!
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Oct 15, 2009 12:37PM
YEAH! That is smart snazzy stuff right there! :D Love it! I shall have to use Harris's voice more often! ;]
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How about this...Poem-107 words by Thomas
Life is always too short,
never enough time,
to sit around,
and just stare at the sky.
Living keeps us living,
fear is always fearful,
but when do we ever have the time,
to just lay around and count the stars.
Life is short,
cliche?,
yes,
but so true,
and to live life,
to the fullest,
we must have enough,
time,
to whistle.
To whistle,
when things,
are sad but true.
To whistle,
when people,
lie to you.
To whistle,
when things,
are not right,
because life is so,
short and sweet,
so let's live our life,
be proud of ourselves,
and of course,
never be ashamed of your whistle.
Okay, I really hope I'm not too late! Anyways, here's my thing - it totally span away from what I was planning to write about. As usual.omen no. 1: the inferno dancing below the clouds
by tempust
is it awfully wrong that
he only confesses
when the sky is falling
and the storm swallows
up the river in
this town?
when the clouds are
threatening to break -
and the honor of his sins
is at stake -
but a secure salvation is all
that i will take.
the smell is of life that's burning,
of firemen cursing the Lord's name
in vain.
the sky is melting, dripping wax
onto the charred sea
and frothing whirlpools
snarl and bring us
below, together.
wind is rushing through
caves, pushing flames farther
apart and i hear
his whispering admission
the whistling partition
of the world
healing
(or stealing?)
my singed ears.
the hurricane screams at me with ire
and he pleads for my pardon
and we are lit with a shivering desire.
this is what happens when
the heavens are on fire.
this is what happens when
you want all that you can't digest -
this is about the french we learned
and the costumes we burned -
this is about the time we took
to open our mouths and sing.
this is about wiping the fog
off the glass and about
saving the world.
Does that have whistling?
Yeah, one word. "the whistling partion."
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