
RainFatigue echoed through every inch of Naruto's body, sparing no part of him, as he walked Sakura home in the dark night, lit only by the random street lights in the deserted streets of Konoha. She walked beside him, setting a slow, tired pace, her eyes focused ahead of them, drooping slightly. He took her hand within his, confidently, as she looked over to him with a smile. Their relationship had definitely advanced enough within the week that he could hold her hand, he figured. And she hadn't raised her fist at him but rather had smiled shyly at him, so he hadn't overstepped the boundaries just yet.
It had certainly been one of the hardest A
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She makes me...
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She makes me write these things
She does:
every time i think Her, words form
cumulonimbus,
tumbling down on the page
like rain, that sometimes make pretty patterns
a catastrophe of cliché's
(but sea-blue eyes, sunbeam-
smiles, flowerpetal skin, are all true)
flitter through,
my mind numb:dumb to heart-skipped
stones, that ripple in rings of non-rhymed
lines
Her hand guides mine in voice and verse,
the tenses, all i-me, flooded by an abundance
of You-She, flow freely to the papersea, vastly
unbelievably—
She loves me
She makes me write these things
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Sky CowboySky Cowboy
I dont ride ranges,
And I dont herd the cattle;
I dont carry a pair o six packs,
And I dont say Giddyap to my steed.
I aint your typical
Shoot em up and lay em down cowboy.
My range is the sky,
And my herds the clouds;
My trusty steed is a Citabria
When Im flyin hundreds of feet bove the ground.
I can do loops and hammerhead stalls,
And spin till your guts come out.
My barrels are unmatched
When it comes to acrobats.
Some say Im a crazy fool,
But this is what I do.
So call me the Sky Cowboy
Yeeehaaaw!
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Thanks Ren!
Oh, and the piece you should feature from your gallery should be....anything Cid! That was an obvious suggestion coming from your dear friend Amani.
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Well, this is probably my favorite poem of all time, and I'd like to share: [link]
What browser are you using? That sucks as it defeats the purpose kinda. :/