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Lies and FlowersThe sunlight streamed down in teary rays, filtered through half hearted clouds and cold winds. Off in the distance, a gathering of death congregated in the open field. As the grass crunched with frost beneath my shoes I felt the pressure of the unthinkable bearing down upon me. He was gone. I thought back to being in his arms, the strength that he empowered me with. I was nothing without him, he was my sky, my breath, my shelter. As I approached the open grave I looked at nothing but my shoes, a drop fell from my cheek, a tear, I tried to hide it. He didn’t like when I cried, he said it made him look bad. He was always very conscious ofLies and Flowers
by ~WithKaleidoscopeeyes
Talkes with DaisiesI have been laughing with the daisies. We were talking about the sun, how it only comes out when it misses the rain. The sun and the rain you know, they are shy. Each one wishes that the other would notice it, but never strong enough to find the other. Sitting there talking to the daisies, I thought to the sun, spoken words would have made too much cacophony for the subtle moment. I feel your passion, you love, your freedom, yet I also feel your loneliness. You rise and fall, in accordance with natures laws and not your own. Flying gently above my understanding, my realization, my comprehension, you travel through space and time which only yoTalkes with Daisies
by ~WithKaleidoscopeeyes
Living from dream to dreamLight, cutting thought the room like a knife through butter. I was falling, and the sensation woke me. I realized that my falling was a dream and instead of loosing control, flying freely somewhere unknown, I was solid, concrete, staring not into unspoken eyes but through screened windows into an utterly dead world. Breath. The air was not sweet, rather it held an ever present scent of normality. I close my eyes, and wished for the dream to return, I remember, we were walking…Living from dream to dream
strolling rather underneath the canopy of golden tree branches. The ground made of cobblestones dusted with crunching leaves and grass clippings. You
by ~WithKaleidoscopeeyes
FrozenThe wind is so cold....blowing away the dreams of the few and hopeful. All that was left was concrete.....Frozen
Finnigan was gone, and with his absence came the destitution of the fountain. It no longer shined with the glory of laughter and love. The concrete was cold, hard, and unforgiving. What was a fountain with no purpose?
Fairy Fifi walked the paramount upon which the fountain stood, she gazed upward and beheld the clouds that covered the stars. moonlight shone through in silvery wisps, giving hints to the universe without actually reveling any of it's secrets. "these times make my heart pain, the world is so absen
by ~WithKaleidoscopeeyes
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Sunday RainThe pull to the water’s edge, the mystic glass that sees fortune and tragedy.Sunday Rain
She slowly approached the water’s edge, eyeing the reeds to avoid the glinting surface.
In a distant place, the seeping warm colors tinted the early morning sky, like the blush on lover’s cheeks. The flowers began their early morning exercises, phototropism toward their warm god. The trees took of color and shed their mask of masquerading midnight, when hero becomes thief and a little bit of nothing.
But perhaps most notable was not this ritual, for it always happened after all—for as long as all the carbo
by ~Sophiesteaparty
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At the end of the canal there is a lighthouse. The question is, where is the end of the canal?
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Good Night, Sweet Dreams and Sleep Well my perfect stranger. Our paths may not cross again, and no one knows what's to come tomorrow.
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I dwell. Live with it.
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caught unexpectedly on a passing shooting star
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Look to the stars.. hear their voices sing. live you life.. free your soul.. be who you want to be...
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caught unexpectedly on a passing shooting star
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Look to the stars.. hear their voices sing. live you life.. free your soul.. be who you want to be...
come check out my gallery! id love to hear what you think! [link]
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caught unexpectedly on a passing shooting star
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