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I once almost wed an invisible lad.


My mother and father were sure I was mad.


He gave me a lily, translucent and white


And he said, "I am here, only out of your sight."


We went strolling along in the bright boardwalk sun


He gave me a bear he'd invisibly won.


Oh, the hours I spent, as our courtship progressed


With my Mother and Dad and our "is-he-there?" guest.


And slowly (but quickly) with needle-sharp joy


I realized I loved the invisible boy.


So one night, I feigned a farewell at the door


And crept to my room to be with him some more.


And I didn't cry out, but I kissed him instead


When I felt the invisible boy in my bed.


And he kissed me right back, put my hands to his form


Unseen, but so beautifully, wonderfully warm.


But then-- such an awful confession to make!


It was then that I made my most mournful mistake.


As we lay there entwined in our twilight embrace,


I said, "Darling, I wish that could see your face."


Though I meant no offence and had no ill-intent,


The most meaningful meanings are often not meant.


He silently rose from my arms, and I then


Never saw my invisible lover again.


Long years I have spent, crossing all the world's span


But how does one find an invisible man?


 


So if you should meet, in your paths wide and free


A man you can sense and can touch, but can't see--


Perhaps contemptlating the heavens above him--


Would you, oh, would you please tell him... I love him?

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Drowning Single Male seeks Lifeguard.

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Questions left in cooling sand


Are swept away each morning,


Answered by the sea.

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My weapon of choice is vocabulary.

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Once upon a land called Umbra


There grew a shadow-tree


Casting cool and friendly darkness


For all the Shadow-folk to see. 


 


It grew from earth as black as ink


With bark of silver-gray


Its dusky leaves sang in the breeze


That whispered by all day.


 


The Longrays and the Midlights both


Took rest within the shade,


And even subtle Noondays


From its boughs were not forbade.


 


But came the half-expected day,


When harmony was halted


A lowly Gloam, of name unknown,


Observed the tree and exhalted:


 


"Oh, what a lovely glade this is!"


He cried with sudden cheer,


"I'll gather all my Gloam-y friends,


And build a tree-house here!"


 


So off he went to fetch his friends,


His error unsuspected; for


His betters sat beneath the tree


In darkness undetected.


 


The Noonday, lowest of the bunch


Spoke first, to prove his worth


"We simply can't have Gloamings here!


This tree is our turf!"


 


The Midlight, next in Shadow-Caste


Agreed, with wrinkled nose.


She said, "The Nubby-Noon is right,


Longray, what do you propose?"


 


The Longray, slim and graceful,


Did not answer for a while,


And when he spoke, his eyes were cold


Above a midnight smile.


 


"I've often found that Gloamings


Who require our instruction,


Reform the best when we suggest


That faithful cure: destruction."


 


And just as planned, the Gloam returned


To show his friends their tree,


The Gloamings felt their gloom depart--


A wonder, all agreed.


 


But when the little Shadows walked


Beneath the shading limbs


They found only aristocrats


All velvet-dark and grim.


 


"Welcome, weaklings," said the tallest one,


A Longray, it was clear


"We're glad to see you safely, but


You must be gone from here."


 


"You see," piped up a Noonday


"There are others in these lands


Who've vowed to spare this lovely tree


From any Gloaming's hands."


 


The Midlight said, "It's best for all.


You'll see some other day.


But now we really must insist,


You Gloamings go away."


 


And all the little Shadows


Drooped their heads and turned to go,


Except our little nameless friend,


Who turned storm-gray and shouted, "NO!"


 


"This tree belongs to everyone!"


Cried our Gloam-y friend, aghast;


"You can't just send us all away


Because of how we're cast!"


 


The Midlight looked bewildered


And the Noonday seemed to sway


But the Longray shook his head and said,


"Then we'll do this the hard way."


 


He tore down from the dusky leaves


A limb of darkest dark


And through the leafy whispers


Our Gloaming saw a spark.


 


As the sparking grew into a flame,


The Shadows shrank in fright


But the Longray swung his brand too high--


And the shadow-tree caught alight.


 


The Gloamings cried in shock and fright


But now they were included


In fear's unfriendly, fickle shade


With those whom they had feuded.


 


For now the Shadows high and low


All melted in the flame


The wild light was blind to caste


And made them all the same.


 


Today there is no shadow-tree


To keep away or share


Its dusky leaves have gone to dust


Its bark is black and bare.


 


No Shadows fall beneath its limbs


Or on its barren ground


The only witness is the wind


Whispering without a sound.


 


Perhaps one day, another Gloam


On whim of wish and word


Will pass by chance and see the truth


Of rumors she has heard.


 


For in this land called Umbra,


There may soon be changes churning


Born on wind that whips the shadow-shrubs


And the light, sharp scent of burning.


 

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You cannot domesticate sentences.


Believe me, I gave it a shot.


They're adorable when they're just fragments,


But complete, they're emphatically not. 


They'll leave subjects all over your carpet


And consume every object in sight


There'll be predicates on every inch of your couch


And believe me, the bastards can bite.


Your walls will be splattered with commas


The stains are as stubborn as ink


The overused colons, I'm sure you can guess--


Your houseguests will flee from the stink.


So take my advice, gentle reader


Take to heart every word that I've said


Save your money, your wits and your friendships


And just get a goldfish instead.


 


 

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You make sandcastle promises.

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a cautionary tale.

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Two days, three sequences, ten sticky fingers and many, many jellybeans later... I can sleep! :-)


PS: If anyone feels like adding a little music to this, I would be muchly overjoyed!


 

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A gloomier take on the tiny story "important" by thedustdancestoo and InkedCanvas's image.

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All stories are tiny stories. 


(These just look really good on a tee-shirt.)

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