As of LateWrap around it. Close, but the thought flits away. Teasing feelings playing freeze tag with distinct and vague emotions. One candle of glorious, young light so easily extinguished as another continues to burn as brightly.As of Late
Colors exchanged, touches glancing off thoughts and passion. Deep waves stir gently from a butterfly's wings. Presence that gives my soul chills Caring light of nameless fleeting stars bespeckle a clear sky of hope.
Balance is crucial.
Uncertainty lingers. Where have you been? A call away, my heart beats
CompellingWhat really is compelling?Compelling
That's not the kind of word you should put in a field trip policy for schools to follow. I don't think the reasons for the three women in the communciations part of the school board not to send us to the Gator Bowl were the right reasons. No compelling reason for us to go? How about that we get to play with 2000 other kids from across the nation? Or that all of our hard work gets to show in such a well known event? It's not during school time, we're not taking the school districts money, and as far as I'm aware, we never have asked for it. We fundraise, but we give stuff back to the community, it's not
Blue MoonDarkness building, suspense is chilling, Night is coming soon. Souls of forgotten ones, ling'ring with vengence, Thrive under the cold blue moon.Blue Moon
They hide as shadows, lonely minds, Life's gone on without them. There's fire burning in transparent eyes To wandering they've been condemmed.
The old towns' street lamps' flickering flames are Extinguished, one by one. The horse-drawn buggies race for home, Their courage come undone.
The moaning wind mimicks the cry of the ghosts, The moon quivers in the sky. Frost forms on the summer plants, &n
Past LifeStep by step she walks the road, Through heavy, dusk-brought mist. Her shadow stalks her, nothing new, It's come to be her friend.Past Life
She's all alone, there's no one here, It's a road that's been forgotten. The trees are still, animals silent, She's in her own world.
A flash of blue. Green. Grey. The cold surrounds her, Bubbles fly by her head. Disoriented, which way is up? It's over as suddenly as it came.
She's still for a moment, still as the foreboding mist, Unbroken by any other life. Then sits on the ground, cool and firm, Knowing
MeditationA mysterious thing, This silent Spring, Makes more music than I can hear. Now the thing I dread, Though be it in my head, Is this serenade will disappear.Meditation
I tell of not, But 'tis ne'er forgot, The serene song of birds. That melodious sound Heard all around Speaks more than simple words.
No musician, No matter how he listen, Can copy Nature's symphony. No brass nor wind, No horn, no violin, Can replicate this melody.
There is no poet - Even I, who know it - Who can put it in a book. There will be no
New Account
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I chopped logic with myself, and now I think it's dead. o_O
Club- ~UnseenArtists
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I chopped logic with myself, and now I think it's dead. o_O
Club- *UnseenArtists
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Forever anyone's but her own.
"But the bravest man among us is afraid of himself." ~Lord Henry Wotton, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Drawings: Twisted-Moonlight
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Forever anyone's but her own.
"But the bravest man among us is afraid of himself." ~Lord Henry Wotton, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Drawings: Twisted-Moonlight
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ANGELA BURNHAM: Making waves in the ocean of life!!
Pets teach us two things: How to scratch people and it IS OKAY to pee anywhere you want.
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Forever anyone's but her own.
"But the bravest man among us is afraid of himself." ~Lord Henry Wotton, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Drawings: Twisted-Moonlight
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