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Numbers and Figures

Posted by thinkerlitmag on June 10, 2010

© 2010, Copyrights belong to the artist. HHS Student. 3D paper sculpture.

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Windmill

Posted by thinkerlitmag on June 10, 2010

© 2010, Copyrights belong to the artist. HHS Student. Pen on paper.

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Love Kaleidoscope

Posted by thinkerlitmag on June 10, 2010

© 2010, Copyrights belong to the artist. HHS Student. Paint on paper.

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The Road Away

Posted by thinkerlitmag on June 10, 2010

I tried to walk the streets

I tread when I was young,

stopping time and again

reviewing what’s been done

remembered where and when

the dreams I keep were born

and began to comprehend

where yesterday had gone.

I had not remained to watch

the changes going on

and now on my return

there was emptiness, not song.

The roads had all diverged

and taken everything along,

and I was just one traveler now

and very far from home.

(c) 2009, Copyrights belong to the writer, HT.

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Student Self Portrait, 2010

Posted by thinkerlitmag on June 2, 2010

© 2010, Copyrights belong to the artist. HHS Student. Pencil on paper.

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Library Still Life

Posted by thinkerlitmag on June 2, 2010

© 2010, Copyrights belong to the artist. HHS Student. Pencil on paper.

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Blue Leaf Kaleidoscope

Posted by thinkerlitmag on June 2, 2010

 

© 2010, Copyrights belong to the artist. HHS Student. Paint on cardboard.

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The trouble with poetry …

Posted by thinkerlitmag on June 1, 2010

(answering Billy Collins’ poem by the same name)

I realized after reading your poem

how small my fish tank is

and how I forget to care for it

on account of having to deal

with bankers who are real sharks.

.

I wish I had rabbits right now.

And knew enough to care for them.

And knew how to sell them

like your poetry book

that I have in my hands.

.

I know of your urges

and I have broken in tonight

to share with you

a memory of summer asphalt

cooled by a fire hydrant

spitting through a tin cylinder

knocking over laughing

children who never saw

a lighthouse or dewy grass.

.

I stole that from no one.

.

But I know what you mean

about secretly wanting an end.

© 2010, Copyrights belong to the artist, HT.

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Pink Still Life

Posted by thinkerlitmag on June 1, 2010

© 2010, Copyrights belong to the artist. HHS Student. Acrylic on board.

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Elephants

Posted by thinkerlitmag on June 1, 2010

© 2010, Copyrights belong to the artist. HHS Student, SA. Ink on Paper.

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Waves

Posted by thinkerlitmag on June 1, 2010

© 2010, Copyrights belong to the artst, HHS Student, AM. 3D Sculpture.

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Sunshine & Stars Collage

Posted by thinkerlitmag on May 27, 2010

© 2010, Copyrights belong to the artist. HHS Student. 3D Collage, mixed media.

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Self Portrait

Posted by thinkerlitmag on May 27, 2010

HHS Student, JC. Pencil on paper.

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Orange Scene

Posted by thinkerlitmag on May 27, 2010

©  2010, Copyrights belong to the artist, HHS Student, RA. Watercolor on paper.

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Ode to My Love

Posted by thinkerlitmag on February 22, 2009

by RC

In my life, you are the bright, shining sun.
Your presence makes my heart begin to glow.
As beautiful and graceful as a doe
And as innocent and pure as a nun.
Over you, wars are fought and battles won.
To lose you is the source of all my woe;
Such a day, I don’t want to come to know
Because, to me, you’re always number one.
Perhaps, with my penning of all these lines,
Something deep in your heart and mind will click
And, looking back, you will see all of my signs.
You will realize what you have always meant
To me, who hath always thought thee heav’n sent.
Perhaps then, I will be the one you pick.

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