April 2010
THANK-YOU ALLIEDURHAM FOR THE FOLLOW. YOU HAVE A GREAT BLOG.
“You should write because you love the shape of stories and sentences and the creation of different words on a page. Writing comes from reading, and reading is the finest teacher of how to write.”
—Annie Proulx (via wordpainting) (via booklover) (via coffeeandwords)
SHE HAD GATHERED UP HER DREAMS
TO KEEP HER COMPANY THROUGH THE NIGHT
photo by lissyelle
HE WENT TO PRAGUE TO WRITE HIS LIFE
ON PAPERS THAT RUSTLED ON THE DESK
HE WENT TO PRAGUE TO WRITE HIS SOUL
ON LEAVES THAT FLOATED ON THE LAKE
HE WENT TO PRAGUE TO WRITE HIS HEART
ON RAVENS THAT FLUTTERED ON THE BREEZE
photo via lexlu4
“
We look forward to the time when the Power of Love will replace the Love of Power. Then will our world know the blessings of peace.
~William Ewart Gladstone
” —EVERY MORNING SHE WAKES ANEW
EXHORTING THE DAWN TO RISE
TO CHASE AWAY THE ENDLESS NIGHT
AND BANISH ALL OF ITS LIES
photo via follin
THANK YOU SHIMAPPLE AND DOAN-IRIDESCENT FOR FOLLOWING ME.
I HAVE VISITED BOTH YOUR BLOGS AND THEY ARE EXCELLENT.
LIKE A LATTER DAY ROMEO
HE DRANK OF THE NECTAR
IN A FUTILE ATTEMPT
TO MELD WITH HER SOUL
photo via papertissue
Stare at me with your heart glowing. So I could feel the same and count the beautiful colors in your eyes.
(via depressioncreativity)
Hovering in Clouds;
An angel kissed perfection onto the heads of innocence. His hands wondered on the surface of her face. Her smile brought upon the bliss he long sought for. They hovered above the heavens seeking the peace they were soon to receive. The soft yet swift quiet died into refreshing new breath.
She placed her heart on his hands,
as they fell through the clouds.
SHE HAD RUN TO THE FIELD IN TEARS
BURDENED WITH DOUBTS AND FEARS
HE HAD FOLLOWED WITH FLOWERS TO OFFER
A PROMISE OF UNDYING LOVE TO PROFFER
PHOTO BY JULES
HE WAS DESTINED TO SPEND HIS LIFE AS A MIME
TRAPPED BEHIND THE FACE PAINT IN HIS MIRROR
HIS VOICE AS SILENT AS AN EMPTY CHURCH
HE COULD COMMUNICATE HIS PAIN MUCH CLEARER
photo via anti-praxe
breathing cliche: post 22. →
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Just a kid
Too scared to peek
Always she hid
But did not seek
To find herself out
Instead she continued her life in doubt
//
Living often in a world of make believe
Her dreams made of desires conceived
But everytime she wakes in the morn
She ends up in a dim reality torn
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So let’s…
