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TMNT - T-Tots - First WordThough they were all very close in age, Mikey was clearly the youngest. He had taken the longest to fully develop. He was the last to learn to learn to walk and the only one of the turtle brothers that had not yet said his first word.
Splinter worked hard with each of his sons, teaching them simple words and phrases they used on a regular basis. Things like: Thank you, please, hungry, tired, messy, sorry, and daddy; among other small words.
The other turtles caught on quickly, and were using these words often. They knew when to say each word and how to say them. They ran around the lair proudly proclaiming their new words for everyone to hear…everyone being Splinter and his turtle sons. But as the others ran around naming everything in the room, Mikey sat in the corner. He tried to talk, but he couldn't make himself say them. He was stuck with syllables. He lived in the world where he communicated with “ba” and “ga.” Splinter had become fluent in that lan
Big Brother Protector
Big Brother Protector
Summary: Raph promises to always be there to look out for his little brother
Christmas was just a few hours away and the excitement inside the Hamato home was palatable. Master Splinter had put all of his sons to bed early and Leo, Raph, and Don had all fallen asleep right away. Mikey however was still wide awake.
He was excited that Santa was coming tonight. It made him feel like they were just like the human children that lived on the streets above the sewers. They had enough differences between them and humans that it was nice to have something the same as them for a change.
Laying in bed next to his brothers Mikey did his best not to wiggle around too much for fear of waking them up. At five years old they shared a bed because of lack of space and because it kept them warmer through the winter months than they would be if they were sleeping in their own beds.
Mikey had just begun to settle down in the bed so that he could fall asleep knowing that Santa
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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