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Bitlets 191The way the words roll off of your tongue
makes me think of lollipops and lemon tart
and then I hear the arch in your voice: a question.
But I was too busy lip-reading to listen to you.
Bitlets 190When a Darth Vader action figure
is advertised as a choking hazard
I understand why George Lucas
names all of our Republican
pundits and politicians.
I’m waiting for Newt Gingrich
to campaign for a stormtrooper army
and waiting for Charles Krauthammer
to use his telekinesis for power and gain.
100mg of nature.the clouds are lost today,
like unsung lullabies
stuck in the throat of a strangled sky.
the flowers levitate today,
their tissue paper wings
pink sertraline dreams that the bees cannot sting.
the trees bob their heads today,
like tired old men
falling asleep in church, disillusioned again.
the white thistles are stuck today,
entrapped by their names.
hissing popcorn on stilts, or rupturing brains.
the sun mottles the grass today,
in psoriasis patches,
like liver spots on ivy in the window sashes.
the wind kisses sick patients today,
tucking them in,
and then flees in a rustling dress while she sings.
Kidnapped Eevee! What do you do!?You were walking through the woods minding your own business until you heard some muffled cries. You were curious about the sound and followed it. You came to an abandoned warehouse and went in and saw two figure’s. One of them was a male Gurdurr and the other was a female Eevee tied up.
You went to hide behind some crates and listened closely to what the Gurdurr said. He said something about getting excited to sell her as a sex slave, but the Eevee didn’t like the idea and cried inside of the ball-gag.
He went out of the warehouse and was there for some long minutes. You felt sad for her and you…
A: Untie the Eevee and let her free.
B: Take her as a slave.
C: Take her as a pet.
D: Submit to the Gurdurr.
E: Teach the Gurdurr a lesson.
F: Leave like nothing happened.
G: Anything else you want.
Plunder straggly timber
above frosty mists
implore the heavens
PremonitionsBehold as the sky
Cries its tears,
Shatter like glass
Against cold &
As every spite
Of thunder sounds,
Blinding with the
Shocks of lightning.
Behold the scene,
For tonight's sky
Is our future.
FallAs the leaves turn
So too do the pages of a new chapter
A blank book
Or perhaps a page with some notes on it
When the leaves fall
They are not ending
They are beginning
They are pausing for a second, a minute
Maybe you should, too
Maybe you look at the trees
Because maybe there is a little bit of hope
Left to be had in this world
Or maybe you look at the trees
Because maybe everybody comments
On how beautiful they are
And nobody comments
On how beautiful you are
But you are beautiful
And so are they
And so are we
And so is this
And maybe you have to wait
A few more seasons
Maybe today isn’t your day
But one day you will be able to
Let yourself go
AutumnReds and Golds;
there are pumpkins everywhere.
fall off the golden trees.
The smell of rain;
fills the air.
Frost covers the land,
leaving behind a crystal wonderland.
In the pumpkin fields,
getting lost in the corn maze.
for Trick or Treaters.
to the rain drops,
patter on the roof top.
While the smell,
fill the room.
It is autumn,
and soon winter will come.
Prayer of the Peaceful oneQuiet contemplation.
See with closed eyes,
But with opened mind.
Cold wind and rain,
Whisper in my ear.
Meditation of soul...
Give me stillness of heart,
Grant me calming sublimity,
And oneness with the earth.
SerenitySit below, down upon the great green rock
And watch, as the water tumbles soars down
High from the mountains above
Gaze at how it disappears, in the starry sunset
And how the trees dance, with the golden wind
And I sit, there at the edge of the river
I wonder, what it would be like to exist
There, at the top, close to heaven
Would there ever be true peace, that high up there?
In the end, I prefer to sit here
Next to the river, because, here and now
It is just so much more peaceful.
As I opened my eyes, the only thing I saw was the sky. With its azure-colored background, fluffy clouds were splashed all over, the sky looked as if it was in a good mood. Sailing through them were a flock of birds, spreading their wings as if they were a kite. The gentle winds blew the leaves of the trees, making them dance in excitement. As I looked at the dark-blue lake beneath the hill, swans were seen, peacefully floating on the waters like buoys on the seas. Alongside them were their offspring, clinging together as close as possible like a thread in a cloth.
As I turned to my right, I saw field, filled with grass and trees. The scenery was like a painting of a masterpiece that was made once in blue moon. The plains the filled with children, playing tag, not realizing that they could play something much more fun. Right beside me were my siblings, sleeping soundly, locked away in dreamland.
As I stood up, I realized that this
Bitlets are about quantity, not quality. Free-write at least one a day about what is on your mind, going on around you, or the state of your life. Ignore the urge to edit; it's not about being profound on purpose, it's about stumbling on it by accident.
About this BitletThis originally said copper instead of iron. My elementary science teacher would not be proud.
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