21Not that I live there, but hey, could come in handy.
A stones throw awayI wedged my feet into my new trainers, cursing as the backs crushed beneath my carelessness. I was determined to leave before him. Tonight had been a test on my feelings, one that I had found hard indeed. I've always found it hard to admit things are really over. There are always questions in my mind. Could something that made me swoop from elevated to despondent for so long really just disappear- for him anyway. I'd laughed and cocked my eyebrows at him whilst we'd played cards on the wobbly table, the voices of the others drowned out by my thoughts. I was aware of my mouth moving and the lies that spilled from them. "Yeah, thingA stones throw away
April ShowersRusted leaves and hollow twigs snap and groanApril Showers
as they bury themselves Into soft soil Under agile footsteps
Rainbow spectrum drops d r i p from broad branches to quench the thirst Of adolescent buds
as they burst through rotting remains
The sun gleefully glances through
plush curtains of green Rays playing peek-a-boo as they expose the shadows
Small beaks open to welcome the early worm fragile wings flutter sending miniature quills as gifts to the creatures
Velvet SkiesWarm winds whipVelvet Skies
fair hair as azure seas beat
against sympathetic sands stars ever watchful, Blinking against crushed velvet skies
Fragile hands
sprinkle worn glass over supple limbs and eyes adorned with runes, Gaze to swooping feathers
Shelled creatures awkwardly dance towards salty pools where others
lay open, To mimic the guardians above
As waves kiss delicate toes and the wind caresses
naked shoulders lips curve
like the crescent moon, For she is no longer alone
I just writeI just write. I want my fingers to speak in cipher and symbol, in character and punctuation – II just write
want them to speed across an empty slate, filling it with idea and passion. I want others to read it,
and I want them – for a brief fleeting moment – to see what I see. Understand the world through
my eyes, and be brightened, saddened, twisted, bent, gyred, spun, and transformed. It is not ego
that drives me so – there is nothing inside me so great that I must stop at nothing to get it out, no
explosion of math and science and passion that threatens to tear me at my seams. It is no
An Imprint in DustI am changed.An Imprint in Dust
It's as if I am present of my own blood flow, a certain beat to my existence, but in lieu of blood, pulsing thoughts and emotions. Like I have far too much to express, with too insignificant a funnel through which it can flow into realized expression; presence and thought without facility, comment without articulation.
All the eloquence in the world could further my cause no farther than silence, which is prescient, somehow, in the fact that it is nothing, yet has the potential to be...anything.
It's as if tragedy and beauty meld into the same face, one whose beauty seems as tragic as her
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I laugh in the face of Death! ... Maybe not laugh...more like a quiet snicker. And I wouldn't do it directly in Death's face, so it's more like a quiet snicker behind Death's back.
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Recent studies show that umbrellas will bite their owners when the owners are not looking. Be on your guard.
Nein.
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Recent studies show that umbrellas will bite their owners when the owners are not looking. Be on your guard.
Nein.
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we reinvent the dawn
and no-one style compares
those neon eyes make mom and dad think that we lost our minds
they're just terrified of all new things.
You will soon receive my own comments on your work.....
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Every fortress has a weak spot.
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"Crush the chains that hold you down
And let yourself be filled with fire
Wake up and realize the dream you've lived
Was set up by the liar"
-Extol
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The leading cause of death among film photographers is exposure.
Film photographers often suffer from mixed emulsions. ---horrible puns from my husband ~novispoon
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