last weekend images of Spring 2016: from Mon., 4/19

Mountain outlines offered shelter by
shimmering city lights
all beyond the window.


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Covered in blanks

shot branches

falling buds

the quietest
destruction
the colorless
destruction.


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Fiction--pumped stage productions,
holding hostage the people
I wish I knew.

Losing myself
in someone else's story
makes me self-aware.


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for a moment
I am free
to really just
remember me


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bowling, but not as well as
leotards and jean-shorts
that still smell
like puke and
cigarettes.

from P.4 on Mon., April 11th

Haibuns, fun, easy.
but they hold significance
in their short chaos.


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A fat white cat
sits upon the wooden
ledge.

It's fat folds off the
ledge as it looks
out the open
window.

Should I jump?


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The clouds around
your mouth sing

a long song only I
can hear.


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lobster tempura

and
arguments that
actually hurt.

from Period 1 on Mon., April 11th

Pictures are moments
that bring emotions to
the unknown.


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So shallow
and light,
they hold
me down
with all their
might.


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Crinkles of bags
tapping of tin
buzz of noise.

And then finally
beautiful silence.


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Rain drops,
     liquid air.
Tropical smell,
     the sound
of heaven crying out.

Rain smells perfect
but the heart cries
out.

from Mon., April 4th

Dark,
Silent.

But there was
always something
more.


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Sober hottubs

and 6th
grade boyfriends.


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From the soul to his
fingertips,

ceiling to floor,

his heart beat for
every layer of paint
that coated the
walls of the tunnels
within him.


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The volleyball,
a sun-shaped shade
passes before my face.

Back & forth,
letting in glints
of light.


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Rip it apart
piece by piece
just to put it together again.

Making art from
nothing.