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Bring On The RainI'm jumping with my eyes closed, braving the possibility of falling. I'm gritting my teeth and tiptoeing through the flame, fire nipping at my skin as my heart begins to beat, faster and faster. I'm not afraid to get hurt by the threatening future; I'm taking life by two hands and seeing where it gets me.
I'm padding through the dirt, inhaling that amazing feeling of the soil between my toes. It's like a connection with the earth itself. I'll stand in the rain not caring if I'm soaked all the way down to the bone; colds pass and bliss is worth it. I'm not afraid of what tomorrow has to offer; I'll take it and then some.
I'm ready for whatev
Layers of meTorn shades of green
Laying amongst river reeds
My heart in your hands
Melting reds, amongst dirty sand
At the top of this Ferris wheel
Screaming my head off.
I turn to god and plead his name
Turn to satin trying again.
Silence is their game.
I'm bowing shameful tear
Runs down my cracks
Through layers of earth collecting under the crust
Turning to amberous sap
Overhead i'm collapsed.
A lonely human.
A Taang Story Part 2A Taang Story Part 2
As soon as the sun crept up the volcanic mountainside everyone bustled inside the cave. Sokka arose from his tent first, frowning sleepily as he treaded over to his bag of dried meat. Soon after, almost simultaneously, both Aang and Toph emerged from their tents. Morning at last.
Toph rose scratching her underarms as she walked towards Sokka. The boomerang kid stared cautiously while Arctic Seal jerky hung from his mouth.
"Mornin' Snoozels," Toph said grouchily.
"Grmmfflllurmm," Sokka replied, the jerky still hanging from his teeth.
Aang being a vegetarian, glided swiftly over to his satchel full of va
A Taang Story Part 1A Taang Story Part 1
The lone monk sat meditating with only one thing on his mind. Not even the one hundred year old war that burdened him could distract Aang from his deep concentration. While his companions lie peacefully in their tents, Aang remained awake. Confusion clouded his mind as he began to question his relationship with the blue-eyed girl he once desired. He knew not whether to embrace or neglect these new feelings he kept inside about the blind earthbender. All the young airbender knew was that these emotions existed and would continue to grow stronger.
Asleep, Katara was enthralled in an everlasting dream. She saw herself si
What You WantDo you want me
Or what I can offer?
If that's what you want
But I know you won't
You will lie
Using three little words
And eight letters
You'll trick me into your arms
Until you get what you want
What you really want
glass in the tidegradac, croatia; summer.
it is a town climbed up from the sea:
a salt hymn, an exhalation, a brightly calcified
spray. the houses here are overgrown
as wildflowers, paths like tiny winding veins
sprung alive between them. from my balcony i watch
the sun crest slowly into afternoon,
and mothers lead their children
down stone slopes, arterial pull
to the water. by the shore,
vendors sell bottles of olive oil, salt,
sage, gathering up anything with the taste
of what mystery inhabits the air—brimming over
the glass lips, a curving kind of joy,
the whole earth, a bowl of it.
at night, my uncle drinks beer
and i drink wine. he watches
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