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| 09/07/2016 11:26:36 PM |
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| 09/07/2016 11:26:28 PM |
Boatmanby mqnaufalComment: stunning. I'm hanging this in my fantasy gallery
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| 09/06/2016 11:45:42 PM |
Life is like a Camera...by clickodakComment: obsessively gathering the world into itself
a tool for others to use
a funnel of wide, brilliant experience into a tiny box
breaks when dropped |
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| 09/06/2016 11:38:45 PM |
2 years my little fieldby tnunComment: 3 years a meadow
4 years saplings
5 years groundhogs
6 years thicket
7 years I'm in Ohio holding my mother's hand
8 years my heart opens or it breaks
9 years a kid loses his ball in there |
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| 09/06/2016 10:42:18 PM |
What is holding you backby MargaretNetComment: Rib cage, skull cap,
funny bone, silly hat,
Daddy's smug dismissal,
sarcastic wolf whistle,
walls and ceilings,
thoughts and feelings. |
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| 09/06/2016 10:39:32 PM |
Freedomby bobnospumComment: I practiced for hours,
studied the techniques of others,
imitated movements and postures.
This was not the freedom to pursue happiness,
this was the happiness of pursuing freedom. |
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| 09/06/2016 10:35:37 PM |
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| 09/06/2016 10:32:24 PM |
look upby jmritzComment: 1. face heaven
2. find the meaning of something
3. do both at once |
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| 09/06/2016 08:20:35 PM |
Life is a Roller Coasterby DCrest01Comment: You're strapped into a narrow vehicle of flesh.
Any divergence from a predefined course is met with terrible consequences.
When you figure out how to enjoy it, it's over. |
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| 09/06/2016 08:19:12 PM |
Yes of course it hurts when buds burst.by MonaComment: I tried to explain my garden to my cardiologist.
I wanted to walk him through the affinity of species
on hand-placed stones. I cried about caterpillars.
The seasons meant more to me than a mortality clock.
Entire existences pulsed out and back. I guided life,
mostly watching and weeding, occasional touches.
I wanted him to know what my heart was doing. |
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