Forty-Eight - Rustling Up Frost

(Current Time: 9:50 Am, 2nd Blk)
(Current Sounds: Loveholic - Sana)

Poetry:

Haiku (Five Stanzas):

Hard beats lead their eyes
Into a twisted embrace
With the thrilling lights.

Echoes are made
By quivering fingertips
Against two dancers.

Only silence is
Created from the static
Electricity.

Intoxication
Controls the dancer's systems.
Happily seduced.

History is made
By dancing the night away
Under the twilight.

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Color:

Yellow-green! I feel so yellow-green!
I just want to throw my smiles like
Rockets with confetti colored tail strings!
And my energy gift-wrapped like
An explosive bomb with ions of
Exhilaration!

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Impossible Situation:

There is a man with a scowl
Pointing a giant bladed katana
At my neck.
Judging from his black bathrobe,
The overexaggerated skirt,
The cute white bow hanging around his waist
And the sandals on his feet--
Wait, sandals?

So he's not a Japanese enforcement officer
Who just got out of bed and sports
A fashion emergency?

And this isn't the 21st century, isn't it?

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Comparison:

Like a forest, frosted from the bitter cold,
With mysterious beauty and alluring grace.
That even from the harshful winds,
The gentle peace would never falter.
Like your welcoming kindness, dear sister.

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Auto-Bio:

Kiwi-
Kind, mischievious, crazy, loud
Sister of Klarisse and Ray
Lover of creativity, discovery and the power of freedom
Who fees carefree with her family, fear against a spider and belonging with her friends
Who needs a fresh spring day, a good video game and the language of music
Who gives laughter, reassurance and reliability
Who fears heights, unjustice, and drowning in her own pain
Who would like to see friends from many places, unity within her family tree and true love
Who lives in the bottom of a hill in a red townhouse
-Quilloy

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Can you say I'm crazy if I said 'I'm not finished yet?' xDDD
-kiwi