humanodon lil _refugee_ -Some stream of consciousness?
Here goes nothing:
Big apples fall fast as feathers
The cold coin moon
The big chinned teacher
Had liver-spotted fingers
Pointing and wagging
I miss first grade
Mrs Van Dyske's stockings
Forever cross
Her legs never touched
Go light green
Neon lichen, pool table green
I'll bet you $10 I can get her number
I'll bet you ten dollars her fingers age well Go light green
Coins at the insert
Holding our spots
Wagging our tongues
Fingered in the corner
A teacher in the makingPoem by lambda That's good enough for me to sell my tears for money.
Someday my mother will die and I'll get the money.
Would you pay money for tears? I'll do my best to put a damper on the cheap college waitlist.
I love that you don't feel you're on the waitlist.
I don't think my resume requires seasoning. The eels, are they still on the hovercraft?
The eels are swarming all over the contrary hovercraft.
You are the eels, the eels. The eels told me a secret:
They said keep yourself from false despair.
Are they still on the tip of my tongue?
Quatrarius c_hawkthorne thundara You are a bottomless pit of questions
The weather is nice at the bottom of the pit of questions.
It's dark at the bottom of the pit of questions. Who is contrary?
My mother told me I'm so much more serious
Than I used to be. She said it's some kind of sad. Waking up takes longer than it used to before
My body betrayed itself.
Now my mornings settle in slowly, my bruised bones
Waiting for their cells to to get used to the poison,
My black and bitter coffee cup warming too-smooth knuckles
That are never quite hot enough, no
Matter how burnt my angry, red tongue. My new-found gravity, I wonder, did it come naturally
With seeing and feeling too much around me too deeply:
A product of growing?
Or did it come more darkly, borne in my blood
A piece of my chronic disease, unwanted, settling
Deep between my toes, above my knees? Or was it both? If it's time that my own system did steal,
It quickly accounts for the new rending that I feel.
My breakfasts are topped off with too-ripe tears,
My baseball mitt neglected, catching only frozen fears-
My wheels rolled twenty to sixty too Goddamn fast,
And the thick souls of my shoes assure me that it'll last.
There once was a man
with a dog as a pet
The damn thing snored
and couldn't get wet When the man went to bed
his room in the shed
The dog would complain
That it wasn't being fed So it ran into the night
And it ran a red light
and it ran into downtown
and broke up a fight When it came back
The man had a snack
A peanut on some bread
and a lump of blu-tack The next day day dawned
dwindle on the dog
He stretched and he yawned
and he nibbled a pog How could he eat
such lacklustre morsels
He took a seat
And looked at some dorsals Then he went for
a wonder about
What a score!
He happened upon a trout As he munched it down
and slurped into his belly
The man just frowned
and was sick on his telly
TUMS, TUMS IN THE DEEP There is a current of sour air on the rise. It comes up from the jagged dark places: it has blown off still water where larvae blossom and wait for wings, wait for their time to attack. You know what is coming. You have brought it on yourself. Last night, you and your hearty friends summoned the monster, although perhaps then not consciously, not at first. There was beer. Then there was more beer. Your party, giddy from the flowing grain, called more, more, more. As if you were in the mines of Moria, this became the thought to consume you, to flood you all. A madness seized you. Each pitcher had to be emptied. Each of you searched, frenetic, frenzied, for the bottom of your cups and wells. What no man would have done alone became each one's solitary mission, among friends. It is coming. You drank too hard and too greedily. You knew not how far until the first wave of nausea, the first dry heave when you lay in bed. Now, you search for Tums. Tums, tums for the deep. Perhaps they may stave off what you have summoned, as if by chalk, salt, circle, and chant. They may stave it off. But they will not slay it. The hangover approaches, and in their beds, your party shivers and tosses through fitful beer-fueled dreams. Let them get what little rest they can. There will be no peace for you all, come morning. _ Not a poem and not that original. But funny. Because i was drinking on an empty stomach last night and that often makes it sour, and I had to find the tums at - well - 4 AM - and hope that'd be enough.
The sun shines. Sugar tastes sweet. The streets are filled with people. The sun shines. These oranges are juicy. I am very happy. The sun has been shining. We should eat more slowly. Have all the leaves fallen from the tree? The sun shone. Can you come tomorrow? Bring your friends with you. It's raining. Does the robin sing in the rain? I shall stay at home if it rains. It's raining. Henry's dog is lost. I have lost my blanket. The rain came down. How wide is the river? We could see ourselves in the water. I hope the rain stops soon. A company of soldiers marched over the hill and across the meadow. They popped corn, and then sat around the fire and ate it. I usually sleep soundly. The little girl's doll is broken. The little girl seemed lonely. The sound of the drums grew louder and louder. I awoke early, dressed hastily, and went down to breakfast. They heard the warning too late. Once wild animals lived here. The fire feels hot. Are you warm enough now? The rain has stopped. Slowly she looked around. Does the sky look blue or gray? The sun is rising now. The sun is shining again. I am tired, but very happy.Experimenting with formatting here. These are example sentences from a translation help guide, unchanged in text but reordered.
Wie schön! Hast du die Deutsche teile selbst geschrieben, oder ist das eine Anspielung?
Ach so! Das hab' ich auch gemacht. Ich studierte bei der Goethe Institut in Dresden, und die Sprache war auch mein Nebenfach an der Uni. Ich habe derzeit fast keine Gelegenheiten Deutsch zu sprechen. Ich freue mich, dass du auch Deutsch studiert hat!
Ja natürlich! Das wird viel Spaß geben. Lassen mir wissen, wenn du mit der Schule fertig bist.
translation sentences part two: a dramatic scene in 3 parts (with thanks to "Finnish Grammar") She knows me She loves me (If I were you, I wouldn't do it) Give me some money ---- She came into the room crying This house is mine This is my house This makes me angry I've got some money - (He took some money from me) - For the sake of the children - Don't lie! (Let him be!) ----- He better not forget Do you have anything to say? I don't know I have money Money is something I do have Have you got the key? Yes In the plastic bag Under the table For the sake of the children Without you - Before Christmas? Don't say it! (Let's go) They go
“For the sake of the children,” is such an ominous line.
Dan Smooth deft movements taking the money from the bank,
Put it in an envelope, no need to lick it.
Stacks of cash which will fund my escape.
Can't use a card. They'll be right behind me. The night before was normal to everyone else,
Nothing to see here, we're all going to work tomorrow.
I'll leave the door open. It's not a clue.
I've got other things on my mind. I'm on a mission. I'm on a mission to my past.
I've got unfinished business which I promise to finish.
I know it's possible and impossible.
The paradox is hurting me so badly, it's clawing me apart. Driving now and music loud. Sing even louder.
It's time for the insides to come out after clawing so long.
Drop the car off in Denver. They'll think I took a plane.
Now they know I have my money, and they'll think I flew away. I'm on rails, I'm a bad man heading to you.
When I see you, and I know I will, I will reconcile.
I'm traveling back in time on a locomotive to meet me back then.
To meet me back then. I will warn him.
I will tell him to stop, and recoil at what he sees.
I will tell him.
He is doomed to be me. And he won't listen.
He will die to stop from hurting me again.
I like this. I would like to read it with different formatting.
Other than train sounds, only the hefty French couple speak.
Only in America, only in the stumbling culture of American singles
can one find the bananomalous--
Sometimes a gluten-free veggie burger tastes best on white bread with mayo
and sometimes keeping halal means having a drink at work once in a while.
It's weird that everyone wears running shoes in Boston, even if they've never run from anything,
even if the marathon is that toothless life.
"Good morning sir, how's your radio?" It doesn't matter, no one is talking and everyone is listening for the mechanical moments of silence.
I see and I seek
Always sought to be meek Life these days is painful and dire everyone says get rid of your desire lonely is the day and my mind world doesn't owe you to be kind I was in deep misery and sorrow and there was no more money to borrow smell of her hair still lingers and the touch of her fingers I don't want to believe that its over and I didn't get a closure the birds sing and the lights blink shadows from my the past sync I still seek the light in an effort to be bright hollow and hopeless is the soul that cant burn like coal I have to let go of this selfish wants in order to be one with the gods
Synonymous weeping, by thousands of Bore. Dashing the circles of Morty galore. Timbers of sandals fallen beneath, as feet walk the barren, glass, so to speak. Silence remains, as ignorance flowers, and seedlings shall scatter, through the narrow sparks of deceit. Asking, not pleading, for those whom are blind. open thine sight. directed it be. For truth it shall be. ::best i can do right now::
Lots of interesting things happen to other people. Other things happen to lots of interesting people. Such people tend to be loud and proud. Proud people tend to be not interesting and lots of things such. The first time you read about them it feels exciting. Exciting people about such interesting things the proud be. Be the proud people first. Things feels exciting, to other people, not you.