My pictures have gone away for awhile, on a hunt for due admiration. They will be back, when all is found. ...nevermind.

Sometimes the best thing you can do when you can't walk...is to fly.

she sits confined, floor unrendered.
alone she is, in this silent sanctuary.
thinking of lost times, never forgotten.
the cold air caresses her skin,
the sheet pulled around closer,
she sits with her ghosts in the garden,
... of her once forsaken thoughts.

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somber hearts awaken,
through the dusty night in 4/4 time.
cool air blows through thoughtless skies,
seered by occasional cries of sorrow.
silver eyes trail the footsteps of death,
invisible to a mortal soul, but one pure.
the wind plays its tune of mystery,
dwindling into painful silence.

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I have a huge amount of frustration crushing me to my knees. It's that cliche tidal wave powering down upon me, and I am unable to get up. I want a treasure not made for me, and I want our words to dance like tiny muses in bodies of musical flame. He challenges my intelligence, never ceasing to facinate me. But I am merely a small being in his life ( Read more... )

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