ehHis smile warms a bitter memory --which mixes gritted teeth with mascara.eh
and every word he says brings a tear to eye
--and they poor inaudibly now.
Hardly noticed with thinly pressed lips
--now addressing a total stranger.
Song of MyselfSpeak a life of who I am not There is a truth in no ones eyes Your confusion will soon subside Let me speak or let me write I only wish to say goodbyeSong of Myself
We are nothing so significant That we must live apart nor together We should never have to obey from a law of which remains nameless No meaning, nor explanation could ever be imagined Such as the one which gives most hope and dignity and home. Truely to live on your own Respect, love and care without a higher beings approval Is to live life. With or without your reason for fate.
A blank canvas you
Blissful LoveIt grabs her by the throat, and holds her belly in Tight grip upon her fragile skin Seducing and terrifying, clenching from withinBlissful Love
Aches and pains arise from joints within her jaw Colors seem to bloom; and draw Upon the porcelain cheek forever raw
It brings out dreams with brittle lies With hearts embellished and under disguise And often accompanies sorrowed goodbyes
It fills the body with intemperate adrenaline Hiding in a ring of gold thin In desperate times it speaks of sin
ThreeThe sweaty summer breeze, an eternity until the morning break. All night conversations beneath the golden moon, beside the lake; the reflection tells the story:Three
Three days until goodbye with a new life, and a new beginning to this end. Three days. Three days; until goodbye; you called. Sweet words with your southern accent: and my world came tumbling down.
The sweaty summer breeze, an eternity until the morning break. All night conversations beneath the golden moon, beside the lake; the reflection tells the story:
Three months
The List
Love Dazed
two are waiting for selenium/sepia
one is waiting to be hand tinted.
and once i get yours printed out
i'll be able to effect that one at home
and once i get the cat one done...
that will make nine.
take that ariana!
nine is one more than 8!
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my pos was scrapped.
now i have to try and redo it.
ugh!
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Have a great day!
I'm lazy as hell, but I promise I will comment your work eventually.
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-->"Are you out of your Vulcan mind?!"<--
Metatron: Do you go around drenching everyone who comes into your room with flame-retardant chemicals? No wonder you're single. ¬¬
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