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PreludeThe desire to reach for the sky runs deep in our human psyche.
Hayato tore out of his last period class and dashed down the hallways, his light, lithe body seeming to weave through fellow students like water, with his side backpack trailing behind him, hitting those too slow to dodge.
"Please, please, please!" He whispered quietly to himself while he zoomed by.
Busting out of a door and nearly pummeling into a girl when he slipped on a puddle from the pelting rain, he momentarily stopped to breath while he looked at the buses in front of him. His neck snapped to the right, rain drops flying from his hair's sharp turn, and he spotted his bus's door start to secure its self shut.
"NO!" He yelped as he darted forward.
Skidding once again, he barely caught the door, forcefully shoved it open and jumped in.
"Sorry, my teacher held me after." He murmured to the bus driver. She merely grunted in response, and started to pull from the curb.
Walking only a couple steps,
Ender's GameI've barely lived
And lived too much
I've done great things
Without a touch
I've destroyed a species
In a game
Then in reality
To their worlds we came
I kill with empathy
My understanding too great
I know how they think
I know their deaths date
I hate who I am
For saving our lives
But that's why I did it
So we could still strive
They've made me a killer
But I'm no beast
I don't want to harm
I just want peace
My mind's become a martyr
Yet the greatest living of all
I understand tactics
But not beauty's blunt call
I was the future
Now I'm the past
I almost lost sanity
I gained friends to last
My name is Ender
And this is my game
I'm only 11 right now
But I have no child's brain
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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