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These Days by Hana510, literature

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These Days

Rain came down In freezing sheets As we flew from the car To the front door. We hung our clothes Over your cracked leather couch, On the brass banister, Leaving them to rain On the hardwood and Us with nothing more Than the silence Between us to preserve Our modesty. It didn't feel at all Like those warm Nights when the sun's fingers Just gripped the edge Of the horizon, when we snuck Out of the house After Mom fell asleep To skip through the brown puddles, Hunt for toads in the weeds, And feel the mud ooze Between our toes, our small hands Raised in salute to the sky. We pulled the stars down and Hung them f

Postcard from Istanbul by Hana510, literature

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Postcard from Istanbul

Nori handed me his friend's card On my way through the Sirkeci district To catch the metro next to the Corner restaurant he owns. He smiled, patted me on the Shoulder, and proclaimed, "You don't worry when you're with Nori." But the street vendor across from the train station Selling pilaf and scarves calls out to every Fair-skinned foreigner, "California? New York?" With each tourist who stops, He has a new cousin in San Francisco or LA And trades stories while he counts his lira And palms their change, while behind him a sign Picturing a pair of whirling dervishes Frames his head like a halo. Down an alleyway a street O

Strangers by Hana510, literature

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Strangers

Next to Novac's Meat Products, The Olympus Diner slumps to one side, Its blue roof sagging and the sign Outside blinking like a tearing eye. I order the same thing as always: A foot-long and a pink lemonade, A little too sweet for my taste but A nice shade of light salmon. What I wouldn't give to have something To say to the man in a pressed suit Who sits in the same corner booth On cracked, brown leather and stares At his hands, rubbing his blunt fingers Over the creases on his palms. Maybe if I sat down next to him He would smile, ask about my day, Tell me about something he read. Maybe if I asked about his family He would

Reading Road Maps by Hana510, literature

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Reading Road Maps

The snow on the side of the road was black and dirty with mud the first time you talk to me in weeks. You call me from the pay phone next to the bathrooms behind a gas station to tell me that you're happy, you're really just fine. I ask you to come home where everyone misses you, though you left such a mess behind and me to clean up after you. But I can tell that my words just paint another Rorschach in your mind. You hang up and maybe resolve to try to understand another day. For now, I picture how the road under your grandmother's old Plymouth twists and spins a maze around shanty towns and shadows tattooed in doorf

Lost by Hana510, literature

I hate casserole by Hana510, literature

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I hate casserole

You told me that We're family now. You're not family. You're not anything to me. To me, you're just Another well-intentioned mourner Who shuffles by inconspicuously, Giving condolences And casserole. I hate casserole. She knew that. She knew that I can't stand tuna, That pork gives me hives. She knew that The boy who sits Three seats ahead, And one to the left In math class Smiles at me a lot. She knew that I have a scar On the bottom of My right foot Where I stepped On a rusty nail. You don't know Any of this. You're not family. You're just another Stranger offering Pity and leftovers.

In the Seconds Between by Hana510, literature

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In the Seconds Between

And in the seconds Between when I asked, "Would you?" The silence settled in, Made itself at home, Poured a cup of tea, Sat down, And said, This feels right, And opened the doors To all his friends, The cold, The distance, The melancholy, Leaned back, And as its finale, Hung ice, Cold, sharp ice, From your words As you looked Down and away And sighed And said, "No."

Puppy by Hana510, literature

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Puppy

You ask me if I remember how angry Mom was when we brought the dog home. How he was still a puppy, a ball of fur and mud, All left feet and big smiles for strangers. How we had to barricade him the corner Or risk paw prints on the kitchen floor And disappearing food. How the cat reigned supreme from Her throne, the pillow at the top Of the stairs, and made him pay respect. How he hid himself in the grove of trees Out by Mom's garden. How he still sits there now, Under a heavy blanket of shade With his wagging tail thumping, Keeping the beat of your heart.

Morning in an Airport by Hana510, literature

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Morning in an Airport

I sleep on the thought of fast food Eaten from a paper bag on the floor of Gate C23 While the world outside hides behind a gray fog. Even a McDonald's cheeseburger, no pickles, with a diet coke, Can be good in the early morning, before the sun shakes Itself awake and climbs to its high post, The same spot from which it had looked down At the world and watched a woman I wish I had known better Board a plane that would soon arrive In a place far from this one, A place where she can spend her days Watching angels take off into clear skies. So did I just imagine your voice, Urging me to hurry before they left without us? You

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I hate casserole

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Favourite cartoon character: Monkey D. Luffy, Portgas D. Ace, Kurama, Sesshoumaru, Haji (Blood+)

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Clive Barker

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Kabluey, Spirited Away, The Fall

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Golden Sun, Breath of Fire, anything Zelda related

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reading (fiction), writing, doing nothing, ranting loudly at strangers

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Hana510

Feb 11, 2009

Buddhist Monks!

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So from Monday, February 9, 2009, until Friday, February 13, 2009, my school is having five or six Buddhist monks staying at our school while they are creating a sand mandala. For those of you who don't know what a mandala is, it is like an intricate drawing made out of sand that  is destroyed not long after it's made. It is meant to represent the circle of life. Many of these monks come from Tibet, refugee camps, Nepal, and other countries surrounding Tibet and China. Most of them speak through a translator, but a few of the monks can speak basic English.  Besides making a mandala, they sell jewelry, scarves, Tibetan flags (which are outlaw

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Hana510

Mar 30, 2008

ME SO HAPPY!!!

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Yay!! I just found out Clive Barker, my all-time favorite writer/painter, is coming out with TWO NEW BOOKS in the "Abarat" series!! I feel all fan-girly inside!!!! And until August comes (when the next book is published), I shall worship the books he has written. Clive Barker is my god, and I am his devoted disciple. P.S. I'm Nara Shikamaru in the deviantART Naruto Crew! I'm "The Glutton" Jewelry Bonney in dA's Eleven Supernova's Crew! I'm Sengoku in the deviantART One Piece Crew!

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Hana510

Mar 19, 2008

Bleh...Work...

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I hate school. I hate school. I hate school. I hate school. And lacrosse. --- My cat is crazy.

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pinkythepink

Mar 1, 2016

Thank you for the favorites, it really means ever so much to me that you enjoy my artwork! I invite you to add me to your watch so that you can see all the future beaded and stitched pieces I have planned!