"I age an eternity a moment,an eternity that is fleeting in a moment and you imbue the impermanence with your seraphic presence."

I am sitting under this tree whose leaves sway in circles like my memories fading into myself;
yet alone a few memories resist this disintegration,resisting the frailty of the life.one of those memories whispers your voice and how you said "father,I have a wish",the tone sweeter than the voice of the ocean,when you are about to sleep and it's your bed-time story for me,you continue saying,"I want to live in the sky and be an angel who floats on the clouds,when I want to swing I would bend the rainbow into the oonjal and with every swing I hit the clouds so hard that it becomes so ecstatic and produces a roar.when I want to come to the earth,I come like a lightening which tickles the earth....."
I love how you sleep in the middle of the story and how your voice slowly disintegrates into the silence like how you didn't say "now I take this sound and whisper it in this ear and you are going to bury in your heart, this sound that emanated from me and buried in you could resonate with billion galaxies".

Do you remember this is the tree under which we used to play with the mud,you used to pour the water in the sand and cover the leg with the mud till the ankle and staunch it immobile for a certain period and when you suddenly remove the foot,it assumes the shape of your foot which looks like igloo.I love how you break the igloos that is when you try to fit your head in to its mouth in the obliviousness that it would break because your head is too big to fit in,I love how the specks of silt get struck in the strands of your hair.

Every subtle detail here becomes enormously exquisite and with every utterance I am drowned with the memories to a point of singular abstract thought.perhaps in the next life,I wish to born as your child because I want to spend my childhood in your lap,I have to live those moments when you lift me up and put me on your shoulders and pat my head till I sleep,that is the part of my life in which I have missed you and I will claim and live it....

I still remember reading your short story and the male character in the story says something like "there is no brightness without darkness and you are the darkness,perhaps when you die,the sun,the moon and the stars would miss their light shedding upon you,but I am the one who will be devoid of the darkness that which creates the very ambience for this life,that which creates this inimitable life..."I wonder what it means sometimes and what made you to think to write something like that,that which produces an inseperable thought..and I think I am too old now to contemplate on what it means......


The tree and I sit on this light-shed early morning ,I think every particle of light which is reflecting from me now shares my memory,so I suppose I spread this reminiscence all over this place,all that is seen and unseen shares our memories....it baffles me at the very thought that every experience we indulge in reflects on the very existence itself.... I take your voice wherever I go and live,it's like a plugin to my heart and you always whisper from within me,even now,It's 6:30 now and I hear you saying "close your eyes",I close my eyes and fade into the echoes of your voice.transcedence.

"She is like a lightening passing now through me like a tickle and so do I perceive every form of limitation as a transcendence..."

We found **** in the den that day
high on gas, giddy at the sight, it was inevitable really
and at half past three, sometime in July,
I slide along the living room wall
wearing chintz paper.

In my room I pirouette as a jewellery box *****,
Regal Kingsize, Butane and crushed grass
radiate like a Glade plugin (essence of rebellion).
Barbie snake eyes me “What have you done?
"Oh My God! You know how much trouble you’ll be in,
you shouldn’t have let this happen”
her voice is glacier planes and a million icicles form in my chest.
I tell her to shut her mouth while swallowing ice
before it melts into a puddle at my feet.

She never spoke again.

He is not a victim
Just offbeat and strange
Fighting off the pain

The memories play
Repeat once and while
Bruised smile
No one ever came

Little boy begging to die
Bleeding tears
So much
And all that snot
Made it hard to breath
All those nights
It was so hard to sleep
Couldn’t find
Anywhere safe to be

The bedroom boy
The window watcher
Timid eyes
Pleads with the daylight
To disappear

Even in his dreams
She was still chasing
He lay wasting
The best part of life

He chased butter knife hopes
Hoping to slide it in the plugin
Hoping to hit the perfect spark
Hoping to end before his heart
Got broken again

And in morning
When she was to tired
To start storming
He headed off
To school
Were kids were cruel

The only time he was ever safe
Was coming home
And on his way
The in-betweens of his day

Now it doesn’t really matter
And sometimes he is ashamed
To even admit it
Because he is not victim

Mind
It is so simple,
And faster than reading?
Just a plugin
And, ****?

Ms. Gilley vs. Mr. Frame
By Darrean Thompson
10/19/16

One day at school we heard a crazy unexpected announcement by Ms.Gilley.   Everybody gasped as they heard her say  “the teachers want us to wear uniforms at school from now on.  Boys will be wearing blue suits with red ties.  The girls will also have the same colors but can choose between a skirt or pants.  We will give you each three outfits every year.”

Soon as Ms. Gilley put the microphone down, Mr.Frame came on the announcements yelling “there will be no uniforms.” We all yelled “hooray” while plugging our ears.  We could hear them arguing, Mr. Frame must have dropped the microphone and not turned it off.  They were very loud and we wondered who would win. The kids were split on this, half wanted Ms. Gilley to win.  The other half wanted Mr. Frame.

The kids started a riot, they were throwing desks and shooting pencils everywhere.  The teachers were running door to door asking the kids to stop.  The kids did not stop. The teachers went into the Teachers’ Lounge to hide from the kids.  I, Darrean Thompson, decided to try to fix this.  I followed the teachers looking for Mr. Frame and Ms. Gilley.

I found them having a paper ball war from their offices. I yelled “Stop with this war. This is idiotic. Why can’t we just wear the uniforms if we want?”

Mr. Frame and Ms. Gilley gave each other a look and said “hmmm...it just might work.”

Ms. Gilley picked up the microphone, which was still on, and said “Kids we need to stop.  Thanks to Darrean Thompson’s great idea, we have decided that you can choose to wear the uniforms or not.”  

The whole school started to cheer and I saved the day!


jack lile copper goldy shine star

By Darrean Thompson

There are 4 dogs jack,lile, copper and goldy and their friends who are cats  star and shin. hay jack lets go to the barn said copper. ok, I am coming . goldy should we follow them said lile I guess so said goldy .they went to the barn and they see star and shin on a cow then they came down to play they played with the sheep and the Chicken. then the farmer came in and pick up star and shin then we followed him to the house for food.2 hours later
Shin is asleep, lile, jack also asleep .copper and goldy went and played in the field and they saw a wolf it got goldy !!!!!!!! noooooooooooo! copper went to shin star lile jack. jack asked what happened. well me and goldy went to play in the field and there was a wolf it got goldyJack lile copper star shin r on their way to get goldy.they found a trail and they went on the  trail.Then in has be to hours later they see a cave and they go in the cave and they saw the wolf and goldy the wolf went back to awer house . we r have way there and it's night we go to sleep and wake up at the house . i guess it was a dream we all  said. Then the wolf was at the trail and then jack blinked and it was gon
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One day a man name Arthur his friend max. They went in the wood it was dark they went to find the dog .
Then they fell in a bomb shelter. Then the door shut they find the dog they find a switch for the lite .They wear trap the good side is  they have food.
Day2 they got 1 can to eat they found cards but they had no signal on their phones we played  so we played cards
Day3  we got bord so we tried to get out we can't it opins on the outside then we ate a can
Day4 it is max's b day  we can't celebrate it  
Day??  We had 6 cans in these days we have 95 cans left
Day23 We think we find a plugin we carg our phones  we have games but they get boring
Day 24 we get out from lile and we were glad
lori

Where was a bubble and it had a house in it and there was a cat cloud their pusht it . lori walks in the bubble and she is imagining her violin at a quiet place it has be sometime now she said . I need to get out,  then she is in the forest and she sees a ******* a swig she goes to see her face and she sees her face and it was her and then she wakes up in her house. And then she asked her parents to ask if there is a bubble house.
The End

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One day a man name Arthur his friend max. They went in the wood it was dark they went to find the dog .
Then they fell in a bomb shelter. Then the door shut they find the dog they find a switch for the lite .They wear trap the good side is  they have food.

Day2 they got 1 can to eat they found cards but they had no signal on their phones we played  so we
played cards
Day3  we got bord so we tried to get out we can't it opins on the outside then we ate a can
Day4 it is max's b day  we can't celebrate it
Day??  We had 6 cans in these days we have 95 cans left
Day23 We think we find a plugin we carg our phones  we have games but they get boring
Day 24 we get out from lile and we were glad

The kettle is a plugin,
glass carafe,
stainless steal base,
with lights and buttons,
the whole deal.

A hush of cold tap water into the carafe,
the weight pulls at my wrist as it fills,
a satisfying click onto its base,
the beep, beep, button click and we
begin to boil, LED lights from white to red.

I think of beginnings & electricity,
how easy I have it,
yawn, scratch my testicles, and
my perpetually itchy *******,
wash my hands.

wait.
stare.
listen.

At the start, all is quiet,
a swirl of heat can be seen
as the water begins its
transformation.

I think of my wife,
at twenty-two, standing outside my window
early morning,
smiling at me.

As the water heats, bottom up,
bubbles form, water to vapor,
right before my eyes.

I think of my daughters,
the smell of their heads,
their warm tiny hands,
grabbing my face.

At about 160 degrees Fahrenheit
the water beings to roar,
the rapid creation and collapse
of tiny steam bubbles has arrived.

I think of the bickering,
with my wife, with my daughters,
with myself, I'm dark,
but just for a moment.

At about 205 degrees,
the gaseous forming bubbles of water
transition from a roar to a babble.

I think of spooning my wife,
my sleeping daughters,
sunlight on my face when its cold outside.

The kettle beeps at me,
I hold it high and pour into the press,
a bathtub filling sound.

I think of splashing,
the giggles of my daughters in the tub.

The grinds float to the top,
a tan froth has formed.

It is 7:23 AM.
I have 4 minutes until my day begins.

Children, today is blessed.
Many of us can truthfully admit this.
They couldn't handle the golden days.

Discipline was a tool to learn the hard way.
A broom just didn't swipe.
A hand just didn't wave.
Our mouth after a second hardly had anything to say.

A cord just didn't a plugin.
A tree required us to get the biggest tree limb.
Get a small if you want.

Yes, children are blessed?
More than they know or aware.
They just couldn't handle those golden days.

Act up in church, if you chose.
This is another lesson taught like discipline to you.

So, some don't spank.
Which many understand.
But ask those older about today society.
And you see many wishing for the golden days.

Black Life - Old Star, Stars, Stars,
Stars, Americans, Ilsa, Americans,
Fun Group Security Clone teams
Brazil Gamma, Coffee, Lion Italy's
King Church of Dash II Church Art.

City Dance in Central Asia;
The family China is exploring
China's Christmas Memorial
Memorial research. Vitamin
E-Ice Cream is a great way
to sing water ice cream together.

Remember, the sea
is one of the best ways.
A new location can be
found on the website.
Sandy blast smell of
deep roots. The Irish
Pyramid Valley, Great
Pyramid Valley,
is the time pyramid
of Einstein Farmer,
written by Pyramid
Pyramid. Dead death
is the last part of the
pyramid pear. Gypsy
Tobago's Tobacco Gorge
Togo was kidnapped
while Jenkins was
kidnapped by Japan
against its children.

Women, women, women,
eyes, women, eyes, beautiful
women, women, light and
fresh, gray beads. Park parks
parks. Doug Douglas services.
If you have a boy, a car will
be a fool for the world of Bob.

Love, love and love
in the pyramid of love.
Two eyes, two young
men, a woman with a
little abortion of Georgian
men, Bena Halifar
Mount is a rainy day.
Then the Japanese. . .

If the first animal species
are peaceful, there is a dog
in Italy, it's a lot! Friendly
Government: Georgia's Cradle,
Albert Barry ~ First Star
Star Star! After eight projects,
women and women explain,
to explain: Pheu Lacy Mrs.
Grace Chichi Lady Gray Lady
Woman And Fat 1 Female ***,
No Doctor, Woman! This is not
a problem for young people,
it's often a great idea! Joseph's
attitudes and the fact that
I am a woman in ancient times.

At age 27, many Jews who work
for their rights have nothing
to do with women. From the age
of 12, you have to follow
it by adults.    My wife and other
girls,  Lisbeth became a new girl
and some,                                                            ­       our churches were senior
to the Irish school                                                       and women were reused.
                                                                ­                                       And candles,
the head of the United States
and described the intelligence,
women in one place. A young
American woman looking for
a woman's life, pear's day, globe,
green seats, god, Africa, Julie,
Marc's eye designed universe;
earth Thomas' futuristic friends,
PLC, Air White, Live Live,
Plugin, Rs, Midway, Man,
Rampal Popular, Bad
Mama Amit Adrian Pad
Mouth, Vincent robot party,
Google Acid VV Stone stone.

Pat Guas's day is the GCC's
best animated game in Brazil,
headed by the Royal Church
Newspaper in Italy; Christmas
singer music museum
is in China. In fact,
the University of Science
is the best way to help
the UIA. Remember, my God,
sweet music,                                        the sky is the perfect place for the sun.