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A window view on life by theHumanscrapbook, literature

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A window view on life

In the window I see The snow falling like soft flakes of happiness And I grasp them in their spirit for a moment Holding their sight for just a moment To me who has nothing else but a bookshelf of Nothing more than outdated books and Hopeless dreams of days gone by And warmer days gone by In the window I see a world of possibility Hope and serendipity And I reach out and grasp it for a moment And I hold it in my heart for a moment Now older and wiser and slowly dying I know that I shall never live forever But the mark I've left shall last eternal The ideas I've said will last eternal To the babe lying in the covers warm Hope not needed f

Affirmation by theHumanscrapbook, literature

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Nostalgia by theHumanscrapbook, literature

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Nostalgia

When I was a kid and the world was so new Fresh morning dew Upon the grass, or the frost covered fields at dawn The sound of summer Lawnmowers humming in the distance And the sound of hammer on wood Life wasn’t simple then but it was special Home was a place founded in the early days of the universe Things would always be this way and it was unimaginable That things would ever change I can still see me running into the tree covered field Baseball glove in hand Red cheeked and happy Time passing me by

Swinging from the Rafters by theHumanscrapbook, literature

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Swinging from the Rafters

Isaac sat still for a moment, just a moment. A moment was just about all he could manage. He swung his legs, back and forth, back and forth. Kick. Kick. Kick. SWAT. His mother slapped his knee. He rubbed the offending appendage and sat still for another moment. He began vibrating his knee, bouncing it up and down, up and down up and down. This time his mother didn’t notice. He began to play with his fingers. Cracking his knuckles one by one, then he became distracted by the dirt under his fingernails. He pulled out a pen, and began systematically cleaning underneath each and every fingernail. He paused, and looked up. He saw the pastor,

Stttutter by theHumanscrapbook, literature

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Stttutter

Hope is not a deity There is no altar for optimism there is no sacrifice for happiness and I I I I need no sacrament I need no savior I need no tacked on meaning to my life I I I have myself and I'm only human I'm ok with meaninglessness I'm OK with failing I'm OK with trying again I am OK with falling I'm OK with getting up again I I I'm surviving I'm living I'm breathing proof that I'm more than just a blob of corpus I'm more than the sum of my parts I'm just existing and I hope that I I I think that I'm OK with that.

Greetings by theHumanscrapbook, literature

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Greetings

"GREETINGS" You Sitting there on the bench Eating ham and tuna sandwich You On the train with your sleeping head making the windowsill your temporary bed You Pushing past the people on crowded street hopping turning bustling feet You the one who has a story and a heart secret books hidden in a place apart You The one with dreams and hopes and aspirations the one with lofty goals and ambitions You Screaming loss and rage and pain wishing you could try again You Unsure, not confident, weak and tired your briefcase holding all you desire You A story not yet told, maybe never told sealed up tight in your inner hold You I wonder who You Are

My Dreams Can't Save the World by theHumanscrapbook, literature

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My Dreams Can't Save the World

My Dreams Can't Save The World Short story by Ian Walker. Based on characters created by Tim Bedwell. Saving a life did not really do much to help The Man. Sure, it helped him feel better about himself for a while, gain a little respect, but at the end of the day, literally, everyone went back to their business and he was left contemplating life and his own sense of self importance. Furthermore trying to give up smoking was like The Man’s quest to find friends and self-worth, just when you think you have it beat it comes back and pins you to the floor, face down, with nicotine stained fingernails. His job was as mechanical as it c

Swish Swash by theHumanscrapbook, literature

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Swish Swash

Swish swash the wipers on the windshield beat out a steady rhythm lulling me into a dreamless sleep riding as a kid in the car, the pit pat of the rain was the world’s best lullaby, like a pain killer. Sunk deep into the warm car seat, I swayed, like branches in a tree and I knew in that one instant deep inside me that I was safe. But you wake up one day and you aren't in the car anymore, the soothing sound is gone forever and you are thrust into the bright light of day to face your worst fears. Those moments don’t last for long, they’re but an oasis in a childhood of abuse and hurt and sadness and regret and a bunch of

Beat by theHumanscrapbook, literature

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Beat

Shackled to our jobs, holding out for a success that never quite comes Searching for a miracle within the dark haze of post-modern society Art and literature dead and in their place a thousand cheap copies of gray poor imitations of the ghosts of past generations Rain falling in city streets with huddled masses not yearning to be free because the freedom that past generations desired is fallen by the wayside and long forgotten as a concept a society happy to exist for cheap thrills and vicarious living not looking to push the envelope it is enough that we read of the exploits of others or watch them on the television How does one e

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A window view on life by theHumanscrapbook, literature

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Affirmation by theHumanscrapbook, literature

Marathon by theHumanscrapbook, literature

Nostalgia by theHumanscrapbook, literature

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Nostalgia

Swinging from the Rafters by theHumanscrapbook, literature

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Swinging from the Rafters

Stttutter by theHumanscrapbook, literature

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Stttutter

Greetings by theHumanscrapbook, literature

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Greetings

My Dreams Can't Save the World by theHumanscrapbook, literature

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My Dreams Can't Save the World

Swish Swash by theHumanscrapbook, literature

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Swish Swash

Beat by theHumanscrapbook, literature

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Beat

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Childhood Friend by ScarletSnidget, literature

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Childhood Friend

(Fireflies, mosquito bites) We watched the stars on summer nights; (A stand to sell our lemonade) We counted out the coins we made; We waited for the ice cream truck, And blew wish fairies for good luck. We played some kickball in the street, Hid inside from noontime heat; (Bedroom window) we were spies, (Scary movie) hid our eyes, (Our favorite song on the radio); To the playground, then, we'd go. I always lost in basket ball; Sports, in fact—you won them all. I hung out once when you were sick. We jumped on your yellow pogo stick; It seemed like, on the swings, we'd fly; We laid and watched the clouds go by; Imagine

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The Sun never rises again by theHumanscrapbook, literature

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The Sun never rises again

The bus exhaust made him choke for an instant, as it pulled away from the curb. He shrugged his knapsack over his left shoulder, and started walking down the sidewalk.  He had purposely disembarked the bus more than a mile from his dingy one room apartment that sat above a lonely Chinese acupuncture clinic, hoping that something would happen to break the long monotony of his day. He shuffled along looking at the ground as he absentmindedly kicked rocks from his path . The chilled wind blew past his face, making him squint. He was looking for someone to talk to, but he knew no one for many miles around. Three years had alr

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Aug 7
Japan
Deviant for 14 years
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All you need to know about me you can find by reading my work.

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Monet

Favourite Movies

Babel

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Vertavo String quartet

Favourite Writers

Haruki Murakami

Favourite Games

Any final fantasy

Favourite Gaming Platform

xbox 360

Tools of the Trade

My mind and any paper and pen. Also I have a sony cyber shot

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Too many to list. Politics, activism, literature, running, music and art.

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theHumanscrapbook

Jan 26, 2011

Here we are again...

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And time marches on. I have to get ready for work here in a few minutes. I will stand around inside a parking lot in downtown Seattle until 5 am, bored out of my mind. I will probably pass the time tweeting and reading and playing with my phone. I will most likely spend at least a couple hours total staring into space, letting my mind wander. When I finish at 5 am I will walk to the bus stop, ride a bus home and work on math. Then I have to go to school. I have to work tomorrow night too. Why does life feel so mundane right now? I guess I will just have to pour all of my restless energy into my schoolwork. Hopefully I will have to write more

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theHumanscrapbook

Apr 6, 2010

Spiraling into control?

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I do not have a ton of friends on this site. I neglect it too often, and I want to write more.  I will have to make that happen. Life keeps going on , refusing to wait for me to catch my breath. I have been busy with the tasks of a man in an marriage that spans two continents and thousands of miles. I have so much freaking paper work to do, and a job to find after the Navy, and an apartment to find, and college to start and.... the list goes on. I am not really feeling that overwhelmed though, I have had this feeling lately that everything is going to fall into place, and that everything will be alright in the end. I am still trying to figure

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Dec 30, 2009

It was the best of times,it was the worst of times

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A lot has been going on in my life recently. The birth of my first daughter, Hana, being the biggest event recently. I feel I am changing rapidly as a person, and my urge to create literary art has returned with a vengeance. I think the real reason for this is that I have for maybe the first time in my life started to understand certain aspects of my life, and see a lot of things in new perspective. There has also been a lot of stress and grief in my life in the last year and I think that some of the issues I have with my former life can be laid to rest if only I can get them out of my mind and on to paper. I know that this post may not make