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A RiddleI made the boxes with naught but air,
And an odd little plane that's as thin as the air.
Delicate stars, I make them too.
As fast as I can; for they're long overdue.
And I make the birds that cannot fly.
And yet, I know they'll yearn for sky.
How did I make them?
(oh, if only you knew!)
I tell you something:
Paper's the clue.
NeroI need to go somewhere and be the hero
And then I'll burn out just like Nero
'Cause I won't love or sleep or bleed.
My fiddle and I are all I'll need.
And if my old dame tries to smother
I'll do as he did to his mother
And though I'm not from Antium
I'll soon find myself growing numb
'Cause I don't love or sleep or bleed.
My fiddle and I are all I need.
And when I rule, they all will sing
'Cause everybody wants a king
Who doesn't love or sleep or bleed
And their self and a fiddle is all that they need
A curious name
For such a dull young girl
A far-lost dame
That long ago left our world.
A Wish.I'd find the way to say
The thoughts that tumble in my mind
If my batteries were running
On infinity time.
I'd write the new best seller,
Or explore outer space,
Alas, I'd rather be home in my own
Lovely, mortal place.
happy thoughts.The light of the mood
Illuminates the room
Your lips graze my cheek, and you whisper,
You look beautiful tonight,
And perhaps I do.
And then you take me to the ballroom,
You ask me to dance.
Our blistered feet keep time with the beat,
And for once, you smile, really smile,
You look so handsome (You really do).
I want to stay like this, here,
But when my time has come,
And my fantasies are done,
I will shrivel into nothing more than the fly on your wall,
And be just a passing memory.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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