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we're not kids anymore.
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todays bird

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@shadowsonthestage-blog
This video is a composition exercise for EMF 267 and portrays a Chi Gong breathing exercise.
Writer
The royal sky lightens to the wide streams of dissatisfaction which dry upon trembling cheeks of nïavity. Scribbles argue. Pages blacken. "I'll never be good enough."
An Audience
One ear
is enough for half a heartbeat.
One eye
can admire a painted mirror.
Not all boats need seas to float.
Frosting Fables
Writing is like baking a piece of you a piece of me a piece for everyone to see, mixed into dough and dyed to disguise. Frost us pink with ballerina edibles to nourish the appetite of those who dream of tip toeing through the swirling sky. Frost us blue with pop rock sprinkles which give wind to the fervid vibratos of those with sinking hearts and soaring minds. Or frost us silver; a relatable color, so young and old sensors will believe in telekinesis and that this scrumptious story was warmed for their hearts alone, Hearts of motivated sharing.
Good Hugs
Stop giving me one armed hugs. Those quick, one and done hugs. I want a two arm squeeze hug. An "I can barely breath hug." I'm not talking about a Seat belt, above the shoulder and around your upper back. I mean around the waist bodily squeeze where your body and mine share a short innocent kiss of warmth, pause a moment and let go so we can later share this brief moment of good heartedness again.
Lightbulbs
Three Broken lightbulbs sit alone together, longing to break away the pains of mixed feelings. These ideas that sit in our minds uncomfortably aren't easily dealt with. So anger is thrown and hits tension which shatters relief before falling to a temporary despair that dances to the ground to the hopeful tune it creates. Shattered, are three lonely lightbulbs and are almost left alone, again, for someone else to deal with. But in them can be found a solution. Pick up the pieces and get through the cuts. leave behind blood spills that fingers then drop Finish the puzzle because it then can be solved with keys you hold in your hand.