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Babies
We are at the edge of the woods where I go for walks she is a foreigner Here in Norway she says licking her lips Do you leave your babies out in the cold to sleep? Steam rises between us and escapes she hugs her purse strap for warmth for some reason she seems afraid Yes I say we do Every day we carry our babies in blankets crocheted by an elderly relative whose name we no longer speak but suck on like raw resin The thread must be made of silk mixed with horse's hair the horse must be dead, of course the silk can be imported it's easier to get these days We must turn north and our babies' heads must point eastward we must walk all the w
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At the Home - Hjemmet
We drove there in a car so old it warbled thin, squeaky prayers for mercy and arrived at the room where the plaice skinned woman lay under flowering feathers the sheer face greeted us and she grasped for the moon with birch twig hands on the table a vase of blushing heather we came back out winter had laid its shroud over the mountains ~~~ Vi kjørte dit i en bil så gammel at den kvitret tynne, pipende bønner om nåde og kom frem til rommet der kvinnen med rødspettehud lå under blomstrende dun det flortynne ansiktet hilste og hun grep etter månen med nakne bjørkekvisthender på bordet en vase med rødmende lyng vi kom ut vinteren hadde
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Two Years And Two Months Later
22. juli 2011 de snakker på radioen langt borte vi sitter i bilen og bare hører det er nå det skjer men hjulene på bilen fortsetter å rulle fergene går fortsatt Hele dagen snakker de Og Det gjør noe med deg det er i lufta du puster - du synes du kjenner dem alle de siste pustene som blander seg med din alle de siste pustene som fyller opp alveolene pumper dem opp og skriker Pust Pust oss inn Ta oss med deg Lev Vær god
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Kitchen Haiku
Measured carefully: egg yolks in a French kitchen our lives' brief seconds
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Plain Waiting
Over time even hills get depressed their snowy demeanor changes and age old tears melt down cliff faces Even hills get lonely and start stretching out trying to reach the next hill with their sloping feet And in the end gives up and lay down plain
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Go Out Like Lamps
It's all the kicking and screaming what always bothered me it's all the fire At the beach, looking out across the frothy waves, mouths open in a collective roar spittle coating their lips it's all the screaming, isn't it? What always bothered me it's all the ruckus the tooting of horns the climbing of mountains and shouting the beating one's chest Listen the food's not gone bad yet pour some cream in slide your finger across the string of my heart Why can't we just pass quietly go out like lamps
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This Red Plum Once Thrown
This red plum once thrown and caught mid-air sun-warmed flesh between two young fruit pickers She was in love with him but they never shared a kiss I bite into it outside, snow is falling under a flickering street light
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Safely There
Time comes running and running at me and I'm left standing at the bus stop by your bedside Thinking and thinking of what will pass of sights and sounds, tastes and smells of music that will go silent Waiting and waiting for buses and woolen socks polar bears and mermaids and for the rain to stop and the curtains to be drawn aside I take the lift upwards and upwards there are name tags and numbers on the doors the radio doesn't work and the visitors keep leaving We have a garden now but you knew that I wonder what it looked like when you thought about it if the sun was shining then And I forget and forget the phone and t
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Trygt frem
Tida kommer løpende og løpende og jeg står igjen på bussholdeplassen ved sengekanten Tenkende og tenkende på det som skal passere av syn og hørsel, smaker og dufter av musikk som skal forsvinne Ventende og ventende på busser og ullsokker isbjørner og havfruer og regnværet som skal stoppe og gardinene som skal trekkes fra Jeg tar heisen oppover og oppover de har navnelapp og tall på dørene radioen virker ikke og de besøkende bare går og går Vi har hage nå men det visste du jeg lurer på hvordan den så ut når du tenkte på den om de
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Cupcakes
I read on the internet as I am wont to do that a cupcake means the end That baking them is death that quitting your job is not a new beginning but a token of doom that your short skirt is nothing compared to pink frosting If you are a woman, of course you cannot quit your job you cannot knit you have no idea how dangerous this is! The cupcake ultimately will make you fetch your husband his slippers raise children clean the floors and believe you are content while you are wasting your time time better spent leading corporations time better spent earning money and wearing business suits The internet says this; I should list
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Babies
We are at the edge of the woods where I go for walks she is a foreigner Here in Norway she says licking her lips Do you leave your babies out in the cold to sleep? Steam rises between us and escapes she hugs her purse strap for warmth for some reason she seems afraid Yes I say we do Every day we carry our babies in blankets crocheted by an elderly relative whose name we no longer speak but suck on like raw resin The thread must be made of silk mixed with horse's hair the horse must be dead, of course the silk can be imported it's easier to get these days We must turn north and our babies' heads must point eastward we must walk all the w
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At the Home - Hjemmet
We drove there in a car so old it warbled thin, squeaky prayers for mercy and arrived at the room where the plaice skinned woman lay under flowering feathers the sheer face greeted us and she grasped for the moon with birch twig hands on the table a vase of blushing heather we came back out winter had laid its shroud over the mountains ~~~ Vi kjørte dit i en bil så gammel at den kvitret tynne, pipende bønner om nåde og kom frem til rommet der kvinnen med rødspettehud lå under blomstrende dun det flortynne ansiktet hilste og hun grep etter månen med nakne bjørkekvisthender på bordet en vase med rødmende lyng vi kom ut vinteren hadde
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Two Years And Two Months Later
22. juli 2011 de snakker på radioen langt borte vi sitter i bilen og bare hører det er nå det skjer men hjulene på bilen fortsetter å rulle fergene går fortsatt Hele dagen snakker de Og Det gjør noe med deg det er i lufta du puster - du synes du kjenner dem alle de siste pustene som blander seg med din alle de siste pustene som fyller opp alveolene pumper dem opp og skriker Pust Pust oss inn Ta oss med deg Lev Vær god
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Kitchen Haiku
Measured carefully: egg yolks in a French kitchen our lives' brief seconds
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Plain Waiting
Over time even hills get depressed their snowy demeanor changes and age old tears melt down cliff faces Even hills get lonely and start stretching out trying to reach the next hill with their sloping feet And in the end gives up and lay down plain
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Go Out Like Lamps
It's all the kicking and screaming what always bothered me it's all the fire At the beach, looking out across the frothy waves, mouths open in a collective roar spittle coating their lips it's all the screaming, isn't it? What always bothered me it's all the ruckus the tooting of horns the climbing of mountains and shouting the beating one's chest Listen the food's not gone bad yet pour some cream in slide your finger across the string of my heart Why can't we just pass quietly go out like lamps
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This Red Plum Once Thrown
This red plum once thrown and caught mid-air sun-warmed flesh between two young fruit pickers She was in love with him but they never shared a kiss I bite into it outside, snow is falling under a flickering street light
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Safely There
Time comes running and running at me and I'm left standing at the bus stop by your bedside Thinking and thinking of what will pass of sights and sounds, tastes and smells of music that will go silent Waiting and waiting for buses and woolen socks polar bears and mermaids and for the rain to stop and the curtains to be drawn aside I take the lift upwards and upwards there are name tags and numbers on the doors the radio doesn't work and the visitors keep leaving We have a garden now but you knew that I wonder what it looked like when you thought about it if the sun was shining then And I forget and forget the phone and t
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Trygt frem
Tida kommer løpende og løpende og jeg står igjen på bussholdeplassen ved sengekanten Tenkende og tenkende på det som skal passere av syn og hørsel, smaker og dufter av musikk som skal forsvinne Ventende og ventende på busser og ullsokker isbjørner og havfruer og regnværet som skal stoppe og gardinene som skal trekkes fra Jeg tar heisen oppover og oppover de har navnelapp og tall på dørene radioen virker ikke og de besøkende bare går og går Vi har hage nå men det visste du jeg lurer på hvordan den så ut når du tenkte på den om de
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Cupcakes
I read on the internet as I am wont to do that a cupcake means the end That baking them is death that quitting your job is not a new beginning but a token of doom that your short skirt is nothing compared to pink frosting If you are a woman, of course you cannot quit your job you cannot knit you have no idea how dangerous this is! The cupcake ultimately will make you fetch your husband his slippers raise children clean the floors and believe you are content while you are wasting your time time better spent leading corporations time better spent earning money and wearing business suits The internet says this; I should list
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Seventy-six Bloody Trombones
There are no parades to be rained upon, no dragging banners through the mud no flag will ever mean anything to anyone so befallen there is no escape for the whispering spirit as it is released into white halls and corridors, cotton-draped to find its own way, oblivious eerily silent but faintly detectable through the unfocused, sleep-crusted eyes of the mortally ill the light inside the pupil doesn't visibly extinguish - there was no light before and is none now the pupil remains black, no lie there is no loss of weight to compliment the still warm husk no black-gloved women will gather by the roadside freshly turned earth smells
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...for my absence. I've had nothing new to add here in quite some time. I'm not dead though. Just thought I'd tell you. and I appreciate all your appreciation. =p
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Somehow I Lost Again
I don't even know what I did. I don't even know for certain the accusations were directed at me. Like in a Kafka novel I just tried to protest and it got me deeper interred. Why do I care? Three crappy haikus posted this morning. I hope someone likes them. I don't.
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DNygard|Student General Artist
Takk for besøk :)
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staino| Traditional Artist
:thanks: Thanks adding [link] to your :+fav:s
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Jops556|Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the +watch! ^^
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SmallChange|Hobbyist Writer
Your drawings are cute!

(I'm Orcadorsala.)
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Tillinghast23|Professional Traditional Artist
Thanks for the faves!
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thanks so much for the fav xx
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Yay fav! :typerhappy:
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