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Two Green Balloons by hummuss, literature

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Two Green Balloons

along the street lined with jewelry, cakes, and all those things that make a festival a party, are the smiles of those who value life. its about the experience not the six dollars , she says i watch the boys flip over a rubber duck an S gets them each an inflatable dolphin. so we walk more, holding hands, amongst them all, watching them carrying dolphins, smiling watching us carrying dolphins, smiling after cake, two green balloons, and finally the moon bounce a wonderful day. nothing matters to the boys, except that moment, and that their balloons didn't fly away while they bounced. on second thought, the oldest says on the wa

Peter Puff and Penny Pinch by hummuss, literature

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Peter Puff and Penny Pinch

Peter Puff and Penny Pinch Slept so tight, within an inch And on the night they were apart Ache absorbed their swelling heart Slumber moored the precious seam They met each other in a dream Into the night they flew so high To the moon they shared the pie Out so near they floated far Playing catch with the stars To the Lord then they vowed To sleep forever upon the clouds In the morning the dove would call They were never apart after all

The Prime Time by hummuss, literature

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The Prime Time

Years ago I could sit All day on that chair My body settled in cushions Much bigger then than now Half awake I hear the radio Lucille, once again Picked a prime time to leave I fall back, half asleep The audience yells, I come to Higher they try to persuade But on the couch he says lower And from the kitchen she calls higher Only Bob Barker knows for sure Outside I play amongst the sound Of locusts (or something clattering) Once again the ball lands in my glove Another perfect game, At least twenty that summer She calls for me Fresh Lemonade, And that chair once again Out of the window I could see He picked something f

The Birds of Death by hummuss, literature

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The Birds of Death

Frozen in the atmosphere Plates of hope break apart Sorrow drips from above Stinging my startled eyes A hurried rush maims my senses My screams muffled by the wind Woe swirls around my cover Chilling my smoldering soul Stumbling over the outermost gate I embrace my clattering last breath Knives of grass serrate my fall Carving ribbons on my empty shell Splattered grief fertilizes the earth A deep quiet sprouts from misery Alas, the time has faithfully come For the final feast upon my being The birds of death will gorge themselves While devouring my generous remains

A Jelly Sky by hummuss, literature

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A Jelly Sky

Eyes pasted on your skin Your sides are lost In Salsa, you wink, Encouraged, he whispers We dance tonight and forever You will be on my mind I hope to die beautiful After living in your world Meanwhile I shake Under a willow tree That was once ours We hid from the Sun Its light filtered through The green ribbons in your hair Never ending and never revealing And now, You sway in a flawless love And I am left alone to sleep On the cold ground I melt Into the dirt, I yield We hold back our tears Each of us shivering Underneath a jelly sky

Come Home Little Sister by hummuss, literature

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Come Home Little Sister

The Blue Ridge Mountains Loomed above your peace The sharpness of the edges Brought you to your knees Deeper it pierced Shadows all remained It was Tuesday afternoon You waited on the train Come home little sister Come home We long for the ways Of splendid yesterdays The time well spent In summer's advent Come home little sister Come home Come home little sister Come home Grounded in Southern California The earth nudged you from sleep The sirens in the night Kept you from your dreams Louder they sang Teardrops all remained It was Saturday morning You waited on the train Come home little sister Come home We long for

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Two Green Balloons by hummuss, literature

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Two Green Balloons

Peter Puff and Penny Pinch by hummuss, literature

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Peter Puff and Penny Pinch

The Prime Time by hummuss, literature

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The Prime Time

The Birds of Death by hummuss, literature

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The Birds of Death

A Jelly Sky by hummuss, literature

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A Jelly Sky

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A Poetry Tutorial by EmoAndFriends, literature

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A Poetry Tutorial

Now I may not be the authority on poetry But I have certainly read a few And it has become clear that the easiest way to write a poem Is to sit around and boil and stew All the feelings you have ever felt Into the melting pot Just stir and whir and leave to melt Preheat to 180c and boil up the lot! Feel free to embellish on what you feel And all that has happened to you Talk about how you're becoming dead inside How at any moment you may keel It need not have to rhyme Poets do that all the time In fact the 'best' poems Are the ones that don't Now grab your thesaurus And grab your spell check If your poem has mistakes You'll

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All Aboard Cruises and Travel by hummuss, visual art

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The Wishing Well by hummuss, literature

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The Wishing Well

It was the type of day that you could see from anywhere. Ordinary people were doing ordinary things. They drove on ordinary streets, in ordinary cars, or they walked upon ordinary sidewalks going to ordinary jobs. Only one thing was extraordinary about that day, and it was the mad unearthing that was taking place far beneath their innocent soles. This is where I come in. My name is Hodge the Excavator. Some people call me a digger, but I always tell these ignoble souls that I am much more than a digger. I am not merely wasting my day, burrowing through the ground just to dirty up my precious hands, or to stumble upon some loose change. I ex

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July 31
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Deviant for 19 years
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Current Residence: A Merry Land
Favourite genre of music: Jazz, Electronica, New Age, Classical, Soul & Soft Rock
Favourite photographer: Aun-Juli Riddle
Operating System: Win XP. Like you care.
MP3 player of choice: Ipod 30GB Video
Shell of choice: Faerieshelly
Wallpaper of choice: Anything Blue.
Skin of choice: Smooth
Favourite cartoon character: Lisa Simpson & The Brain
Personal Quote: Part of being open minded is allowing others to be close minded.

Favourite Visual Artist

I. Tarkay & S. Dali

Favourite Movies

Field of Dreams

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Bebel Gilberto, Eliane Elias, Mazzy Star, Beck, Stevie Wonder, Sneaker Pimps & Tori Amos

Favourite Writers

Dickens, Poe, & John Irving

Favourite Games

Scrabble, Poker & Backgammon

Favourite Gaming Platform

Tennis Court. A real one.

Tools of the Trade

The most powerful tool of all, the mind. Now if only I could remember where I left it.

Other Interests

Reading, Writing, Music, Art, Tennis, Eating, Travelling, Yoga & Meditation

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hummuss

Aug 22, 2015

maybe

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one day she will see this, CL. and know that I love her. And still think of her

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hummuss

Feb 24, 2013

This feeling

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It won't go away. Or I won't let it go? How to get over an ex? How to move on? The worse she treats me the worse it gets. I never imagined her out of my life. I wanted to so bad to keep her in my life that I chased her away and now she hardly speaks to me. This feeling. Oh this feeling. I need to rewrite my story, starting today.

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Jul 8, 2012

RIP Mom Mom Sullenberger

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Truly a remarkable woman. Always giving and very kind. Within the past year we celebrated her 80th, a party none of use will soon forget. All her family together in one place. What a feeling for us, and I can imagine that it was one of the greatest days of her remarkable life. I take from her kindness. I remember when she pulled me aside one gathering and told me how much I meant to the family and how her family thought of me and the boys of one her own. She never made anyone feel as if they were on the outside looking in. In today's age a true gem, I hope many of us can learn from this. And what she meant to her family, amazing. Being marr