The BirdI fly. Soaring through a cool wind I search for anything to cover me; something to block the heavy rains I feel coming from the south. I see a gathering of trees down below but I realize it will not be enough to keep from getting wet. (It's difficult to fly with heavy feathers.) I remember the home mother made inside a hole of a cliff nearby and I wonder if it is still there, unoccupied. I notice no one is home and so I assume this temporary home. The rains have come and the soft sounds of trickling water are sooThe Bird
Innocenceinnocence rises and falls. it hides itself between the floorboards. i’ve been playing hide-and-go-seek for almost three years.Innocence
(ten, nine eight, seven…)
i haven’t done anything wrong in the devil’s eyes. -his smile is his glory.-
(six, five, four, three…)
your teeth white and eyes sparkling who’s to say they wouldn’t have done the same?
(two, one and one-half, one and three-quarters, one…)
i will remain vigilant. i must keep going…
(come out, come out, where ever you are…)
InteriorIn a crowded but most desolate way, things seem so perfect in my little heart-shaped room.Interior
Your voice still scratches against the back of my spine. It causes the clouds to fall.
To overlook it would be blasphemy. So I embrace it. Take it all in. Let it fall back.
Come, OpheliaCome, Ophelia, to the water. Give us a kiss. Sit back. Let's talk a while. Lie back. (farther, farther...) Rest your head on the current. Now close those pretty eyes. (remember, remember...) You're not crazy; you're just in love. We all do crazy things when we're in love. Things happen for a reason and you're just trying to fix it. Maybe then he'll love you. Just don't blame him. Rage makes us do crazy things. Now just sit back. Let go of that branch, dear. (just relax...) We'll comfort you here.Come, Ophelia
like a leafA river of leaves is passing the windows not thinking of time or space, of season only.like a leaf
I find myself watching them going by, one by one, wishing I could go with them, wishing I could care less.
Nothing changes, nothing remains. Each and all is in a state of motion.
When can I rest? Oh, to be child again, happy child! To go back on the road, just to enjoy the view. I don’t want to change a thing. I don’t want to start all over again. Just give me a rest to enjoy the present and the possibility to walk back, for my past.
ButterflyThe Sky is the limit The world is HersButterfly
Flying
Truely Flying
She is a Butterfly she is Free from those Chains that once held her down
She is a Butterfly
she is Free
Nothing is going to stop her anymore
Holding nothing Back She breaks free from these Puppet Strings that once held her in place
Becoming Happy Leaving her trail of sadness behind her
Forever
She became a Butterfly gaining her Freedom &nbs
Clear Morning-Clear Morning
A trail of red leaves, the yellow light standing
with the mist in the street; I also wondered at the grass
beside the old train, or maybe at your knees,
which it probably would
just be able to reach.
There was a sound as if from a telegraph
inside my chest, so I said aloud: “I always knew this would happen: I can’t stop myself
from calling you.” I sat in the coffee shop, where the young lovesick waitress
was waiting for a better life; the white columns made the docks
look like art
and she said: “Be alert! That girl in which
your eyes
Storage + Who Knows When?
So I've decided it would be best if I just store my old writings. I may come back someday (who knows when...maybe tomorrow...maybe 4 years...) when my inspirations seem to be more alive.
Love Dazed
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Do you still believe in stars?
*tangledseaweed ~ art / photos
I appriciate it
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"Writers are liars my dear, surely you know that by now?"-Neil Gaiman
"Fairy tales do not tell children that dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children that dragons can be killed." G.K. Chesterton
Today is Bestfriend Day. Send this to all of your friends, and me if I am one. If you get 7 back you are LOVED!!! Here are the numbers of what kind of friend you are based on how many you get back..
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"Writers are liars my dear, surely you know that by now?"-Neil Gaiman
"Fairy tales do not tell children that dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children that dragons can be killed." G.K. Chesterton
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"Writers are liars my dear, surely you know that by now?"-Neil Gaiman
"Fairy tales do not tell children that dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children that dragons can be killed." G.K. Chesterton
I'm really glad that you like t
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"Writers are liars my dear, surely you know that by now?"-Neil Gaiman
"Fairy tales do not tell children that dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children that dragons can be killed." G.K. Chesterton
I'm really glad that you like t
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"Writers are liars my dear, surely you know that by now?"-Neil Gaiman
"Fairy tales do not tell children that dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children that dragons can be killed." G.K. Chesterton
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"Writers are liars my dear, surely you know that by now?"-Neil Gaiman
"Fairy tales do not tell children that dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children that dragons can be killed." G.K. Chesterton
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