When Wings GoHave you ever had wings to fly
but they froze in mid-flight?
Ever had wings that crumbled
so finely into dirt, that the gloss of a feather was lost in
the ambers of the fall?
Ever had wings whose feathers halted in the sunshine,
and glowed like a guttering candle end?
Ever have the wings to fly
where new feathers blossom, but when your paw flies from the earth
they won't carry you far enough?
When Wings Go
By Horses-Howl </b>
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The Arms Of RomeI met Ed when I joined the Marines for the first time. Her name is Jessica Edwin, but in the Marines she was Corporal Edwin, or Ed. It stuck. She was tough and pretty, smart, driven, and two years older than me. I was nineteen and foolish. Somehow it worked.The Arms Of Rome5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We got married when we found out she was pregnant. My parents were very nasty about it. They felt I'd somehow taken advantage of her. Good as raped her. Her parents were wonderful. They hosted the wedding, Ed and I wore our dress blues, and took an oath that meant even more than the one we swore to our nation.
Tiger was born just a few months after that. Ed's four year contract was finished, so she found us a little house near the base. She found a job, and she raised Tiger, almost by herself, while I ran PT, stood firewatch, crawled the obstacle courses, fired my rifle, shipped out on West Pac, and ca
The BirdsBreathe in and think of loveThe Birds3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Breathe out and think of pain
Listen to the feeling in your heart
Not the voices in your brain
Hark the wind blowing through the trees
Ignore the dirge of modern life
Use your ears to hear the birds
and with them let your worries take flight
Glide upon the pockets of wind
Wherever the breeze shall take you
Make the journey beautiful
Rather than the place you wish to get to
Breathe in and think of the future
Breathe out and forget the past
I know the pain seems never ending
But such dismal days will not last
Hear my whispered words softly
Stirring emotions in your heart
I will offer my hand, my love
As the birds begin to depart
I will show you love and freedom
if you take my hand and stay
There will be no pain or reason
From which you need to run away
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He was always wearing someone else's sweater.
His eyes never closed, and his feet never stopped moving
All He could do was write poems for robots, and this was all He did,
And this is how He did it:
"A wing can't be a crystal seed, but the reverse is true
you can't put yourself, mangy as you are
(in these lethal times), apart from your guitar,
into a translucent stone, it just wont work.
I am thirteen orchids and seventy hungry insects..."
Then he mumbled something about hungry souls and needing to climb the stairs.
So, Eilam set off in search of the stairs, but the stairs are not easy to find.
And so he laughed, then drank himself to sleep.
But when He awoke He could feel the demons.
So he punctured
and as the scaly beasts slunk away, He composed another poem,
this one for the flowers, and so
atop the telephone pole, to the flowers He read:
"I am empty of fullness,
I am bleeding from my nose,
I am lost in dark
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"Neither can I."
"No, I mean...I really can't believe it."
"He's so beautiful."
"Hm..." Tonks kissed Remus' lips softly and looked down into the face of the pale little baby boy that lay snuggled up in her arms. "What should we name him?" Remus asked, running his fingers gently over the infant's soft head. "Romulus?" Tonks asked, looking up at her husband with loving eyes. Remus thought it over and politely shook his head, "That would make him sound like he's my twin." "How about Remus Jr. then?" Tonks giggled. The werewolf smiled handsomely at her, kissing her on the cheek as he made a little joke in her ear, "Or how about a unique name...like Nymphadora?" "Remus John Lupin, do not make me punch you in front of our child." Tonks remarked. Remus merely chuckled and kissed her forehead. "Wait...Remus John..." He thought. "What?" "Remus John...John...my middle name. Sirius' middle name was Alexander." "You want to name him Alexander? After Sirius?" Tonks