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LavenderDashing, laughing, falling,
but not acknowledging any scraped knees.
Rosey cheeks, deep breaths.
A light jacket for comfort
from the cool, constant breeze.
Purple rain, purple mane, lavender lanes
created by each dash.
through stocks of flowers.
Each comb through nature's hair
turns it into a deep green.
Dragonflies, blue skies, happy sighs, flying high.
Even more laughter.
Attracting neon dragonflies.
Whirr, whirr, whirr, whirr.
They try to balance
on a stock of lavender,
thorax waving in the air.
The wind roughly trying
to push them off
into the skies where they belong.
A careful finger chi
12 in the Morning12 in the morning. That is: 12 am.
Can't sleep, can't relax, can't think. Stress, anticipation. The next day's responsibilities.
That feeling of Santa dropping off the best gifts I could hope for, but my parents previously told me to not get up until after 6. I twitch an hour straight before it's time.
Like knowing tomorrow's my birthday and imagining all the exciting events that will ensue. Cake for breakfast.
It's like that but instead of sugar and gum drops, it's mocking butterflies and hair ripping hours of worrying about the future.
Tomorrow's exam, that presentation in Japanese. Getting that failing grade in biology, but not
The MassacreThe Massacre
It wasn't so much of a crime scene;
it was obvious who the slaughterer was.
Vicious, caked in dried mahogany,
mad out of his mind as to rip his victims with simply his maw.
Innards shown off as if they were the latest fashion.
Foam mingled with bits of wool as did the corpses:
killer and killed alike.
The mayor arrived and chided the populace away with authority
like a shepherd and his flock.
No need to ask for what happened;
the answer was hanging in the air, rotting on the ground.
All the sheep were accounted for, but as for any survivors:
Besides the sheep, what of the boy?
That lazing, larking,
Consumes this planet.
Columbus sailed the ocean blue."
Sea blue, deep blue, indigo, ultramarine,
The lapis lazuli that holds
The salty taste of gripping peril.
The piercing rock high rise,
Garnished with a sugaring of light snow,
And softened by a stone blue hue.
That same tone of ancient sapphire
That leads the threatening storms,
Deliberately gliding through indecisive, sloshing seas.
Leaving then a window
Into the even deeper midnight blue with an appetite so raw
It consumes the sky.
Then it celebrates its victory
With sweet stars
As if they were after dinner mints.
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More