Tanka Train

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The sun may burn skies
But I’ll sink back into my cave
Why can’t I love the dark?
What’s wrong with being different?




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They look down at me
What's wrong with being different?
I am just unique
So, I don't act like the norm
I'm me, and that's good enough
There is always something left to love.
- One Hundred Years of Solitude




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With the rain pouring,
I'm me, and that's good enough
for each storm-swayed tree,
as speckles of remaining
morning float through the grey sheets.
she/her




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Summer

laying in hammocks
morning float through the gray sheets
could life be better?
drinking lemonade when the
sun is out never gets old
psalm 147:3- he heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.

love ya




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watching clouds when the
sun is out never gets old.
they come in all shapes,
and colors you never knew.
clouds truly are beautiful!
previously MomoandAppa, LordMomo, MomoMajesty, and dancingontheclouds




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Storms

in the open sky
clouds truly are beautiful.
Behind stormy eyes
too, but I caused only one.
Their downpours make me quake now.




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river in reverse,
this downpour makes me question
'does losing the sun
make you love her more or less?'
are we all just light-longing?
you should know i am a time traveler &
there is no season as achingly temporary as now
but i have promised to return




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I watch sunbeams stretch --
aren't we all just light-longing?
wanting day's summer
to last, heat invites itself
in a cloak of humid air.
she/her




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Yesterday I slept
in a cloak of humid air.
Only it could soothe
my equatorial heart
beating into the summer.




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Spring surrenders, June
Slipping into summer; I’ve
Still kept yesterday’s
Letters; summer reminds me
Of past’s pain, of you




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Hot humid evening,
of past's pain, of you,
a remembering --
the ceiling fan beats the air
while continuing to spin.
she/her




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she lies on her bed
while continuing to spin
through a billboard of
thoughts -- quiz matches you to song!
deluxe mattresses for sleep!
When you're faced with something you don't understand, I think the most natural thing but also least interesting thing you can be is afraid.

-- Hank Green

they/them
(previously whatchamacallit and Seirre)




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im not one who needs
deluxe mattresses for sleep
satisfied by all
forms in which sleep comes i am
happy with aged stained old matts
[insert inspirational quote here]




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i have tried to be
happy with aged stained old mats
but once they start to
fade and rip and tear and shred
the time comes to part with them
previously MomoandAppa, LordMomo, MomoMajesty, and dancingontheclouds




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Plants wither away
The time comes to part with them
Leaves disintegrate
But this flower of ours last
This bloom in our hearts survives
They/he

“the wist i knew would never allow a straight boy in their stories” ~Omni
“Hi Omni can I request wist get the role mom friend :]" ~winter
“ah yes, fear Wist's smile :) <- speaks of layers and layers of secrets” ~mint



When all think alike, no one is thinking very much.
— Walter Lippmann