A refugee,
Of sorts,
Ran through
The uneven
Stone streets.
His breath
Fleeting his lungs.
His legs coinciding
With the lack of energy.
Despite his best attempts,
He always seems
To be running
In a deduced
Sort of way.
Never fast enough,
Never slow enough.
But his legs
And his lungs
Still permitted
The foul abuse
He gave them,
Slowing pleas
Of repletement.
What was curious
About our refugee
Was that he was
Compelled to stop.
To stop his running.
To stop the residue of pain.
To stop this naive behavior.
But he ran,
He ran despite his
Attempts of residing
His love of stealing.
The Curator was
A curious man.
Yes, a very curious
Man the Curator was.
The Curious Curator
Loved his gallery.
Oh he loved his gallery
All the way to the
Moon and back.
This Curious Curator
And his Grand Gallery
Loved to play pretend.
The Grand Gallery
Would provide the
Curious Curator with
The world to explore.
Together they visited
The Broken Bank of Brooklyn,
Which had a very good
Biscuit baker next door.
The Orange Ocean was
An interesting place indeed.
Many sunned soundly
On the sands.
The Curious Curator and his
Grand Gallery took themselves
To the Marooned Moors
One day.
The land was very lovely,
Fog blanketed the ground
A refugee,
Of sorts,
Ran through
The uneven
Stone streets.
His breath
Fleeting his lungs.
His legs coinciding
With the lack of energy.
Despite his best attempts,
He always seems
To be running
In a deduced
Sort of way.
Never fast enough,
Never slow enough.
But his legs
And his lungs
Still permitted
The foul abuse
He gave them,
Slowing pleas
Of repletement.
What was curious
About our refugee
Was that he was
Compelled to stop.
To stop his running.
To stop the residue of pain.
To stop this naive behavior.
But he ran,
He ran despite his
Attempts of residing
His love of stealing.
The Curator was
A curious man.
Yes, a very curious
Man the Curator was.
The Curious Curator
Loved his gallery.
Oh he loved his gallery
All the way to the
Moon and back.
This Curious Curator
And his Grand Gallery
Loved to play pretend.
The Grand Gallery
Would provide the
Curious Curator with
The world to explore.
Together they visited
The Broken Bank of Brooklyn,
Which had a very good
Biscuit baker next door.
The Orange Ocean was
An interesting place indeed.
Many sunned soundly
On the sands.
The Curious Curator and his
Grand Gallery took themselves
To the Marooned Moors
One day.
The land was very lovely,
Fog blanketed the ground
I love books, movies, photography, drawing, and basically everything else. (Except chalk) I'm a huge fan of Loki, The Avengers, and a bunch of other fandoms. My tumblr is in the works and I'll get that posted as soon as I get it done.
So you guys know how school goes and how things go on around your birthday, things just kinda get hectic. I'm sorry I haven't been able to submit anything but I shall bring a wave of posts unlike any other!
Sorry sorry sorry sorry.
-Mia
Wow okay I know this is probably really dumb but its a big milestone for me so YAY!!!
100 page views is like woah like I can't describe it.
ANYWHO
I wanna say thank you to the people who follow me and who have continued to follow me passed the 24 hour mark.
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
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THANKS TO ALL YOU LOVELIES
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So I'm new, as you can probably tell, and I'm just getting used to this whole thing. Correct me if I'm wrong or if I'm doing something socially unacceptable on here.
Thanks!
- Mia