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Elevator Irony 06/25/2010

 

Three friends walk into an elevator.

Conversation pauses.

Two strangers have walked in with them.

 

Five people in an elevator.

 

A  dog whimpering sounds catches  them by surprise.

Moaning fills the elevator air.

The awkward sound comes from a young man.

 

We are understanding humans,

retardation is not funny.

 

That morning, I painted my nails.

My skills of painting nails are on same level of a five year old.

I wave the mess I made of my nails, in my friends face.

 

We both laugh and

she calls me retarded.

 

It’s hard not to laugh.

 

 

 

The Warmth 06/01/2010

Filed under: The Warmth — Dileiny @ 14:26
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The burn of your squint won’t let you make out

 

what lies ahead.

 

Flames of your desire,

 

will not be put out.

 

Cannot be put out.

 

The sun will burn you happy.

 

Smolder you happy.

 

Don’t ever give up on the brilliant light.

 

And when the skies fade to black,

 

keep chasing the sun.