Falling through the clouds
on broken angel's wings,
beautiful sorrow.

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That was my sad attempt at a haiku.
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An angel's eyes and pure feathers in your hair, you must have fallen through the clouds.
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Both inspired by:

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 Time to post my responses to some all_unwritten prompts. I have been responding to some, I just haven't done my normal copy pasting them into the journal here. So now, after responding to today's prompt (or, technically yesterday's seeing as it's past 12:00 am), I shall take the time to refill my journal :)
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424 "Graves"

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 Prompt 384 for all_unwritten , another picture entry.

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 Prompt 383 all_unwritten 

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AN ENTRY TO CATCH UP TO ALL_UNWRITTEN, AND TO EXPRESS MY CURRENT REAL LIFE SITUATION.

Prompt 376, picture prompt:

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 Damn sun; you're blinding my eyes.

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For all_unwritten prompt 363, picture prompt.
Short response because it's all i felt like writing, and the glossy eyes of the crab reminded me of a blind person. That is all.

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    The little boat tossed and turned upon the raging waters, fighting the low clouds and sustaining considerable damage with each lightning bolt that struck it's tattered bow. The black clouds blotted the horizon in every direction as it fought it's way up another wave, the tiny flag whipping around as the squall pushed the wind into the sails. It ( Read more... )

    The sounds of home. . . oh the memories they bring to mind. Some are full of joy, of laughter, of stories about the good times. Others are annoying - the crying of a newborn baby, the neighbors upstairs partying late into the night, the smoke detector alerting me to my burnt cake. And, of course, some are sad, like when my mother came crying to ( Read more... )

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The night sky exploded in front of them, a silhouetted Eiffel Tower blocking the view, but no one cared. They were here to have fun, to enjoy themselves in the shadow of a monument. Crowd surfers passed by on shaky hands, their drinks driving both the surfers and the "waves" to uncontrollable laughter as they rode further and further away from ( Read more... )