I'm back.Since summer's coming to a close, I've been very busy.
I hope I can put something up before school starts in a few weeks.
Have a nice day ^_^
earth the poppies are gently swaying in the wind, a sea of jade and ruby that meets a pure sapphire sky at the horizon.earth
there are no trees in sight; only the vast field of flowers.
there is not a storm cloud in the sky; only a wisp of white that slowly floats through the sky.
this is a place where the stars shine brilliantly through the night. this is a place where the sun is never hidden beneath the haze of the smoke-filled city. this is a place where the grass is softer than a plush carpet.
this is the earth, in all its natural beauty. this is home.
new york citythe train leaves the station slowly, a slight whistle sounding, and all that you know is gone.new york city
familiar landscapes turn into foreign grounds, and suddenly, the farmhouses and cornfields transform first into quaint neighborhoods, then into a vast maze of skyscrapers.
the vehicle finally comes to a creaking stop.
smoke chokes the air as the passengers stand up. you gather your bags reluctantly, unsure of what is to come.
the train station is restless and frantic. you head towards the stairs in a panic, tripping your way towards the top. &nb
sunsetwe are watching the bloody sky part behind the immense sun as the ferris wheel continues to spin against the backdrop of the carnival.sunset
i look into your pale blue eyes and smile. you cannot help but to return the favor. i love how your grin is slightly crooked.
my hand creeps towards yours and our fingers intertwine.
our hands are oddly different; yours is clean and immaculately groomed, mine is cluttered with rings and pen doodles and bright polish.
and yet they look simply gorgeous together.
the lights come on and the beautiful sky is drowned
pick up the piecesyou are blasting your rock music upstairs. the thunderous bass pounds in my ears and the blood flow increases, sending little drops of crimson from my nose towards my mother’s prized white tile.pick up the pieces
i pluck a tissue from the box and wipe above my lip,
and then across the smooth floor. there is no evidence of the event just a bloody tissue and a broken soul.
soon you leave the house tossing your keys in the air and catching them, whistling a familiar tune. you didn’t bother to turn off your deafening music.
your car is gone. the white stri
floatthere is no grace or gravefloat
for a thing like this. where is there space enough for
this quantum of feeling? what is the question that has no words? oh body mine,
you are too slight for homeless hopes to possess.
there is no name for
the silence of wings and air. the weight of too
much waiting crushes me to downy breast, downed mother whose feathers will not fly, so
dear - let us speak
of lighter things before
the skin of sea sinks me into broken shores
where there a
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Tired
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"One can't complain. I have my friends.
Someone spoke to me only yesterday." Eeyore
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The true way to soften one's troubles is to solace those of others.
- Madame De Maintenon
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The true way to soften one's troubles is to solace those of others.
- Madame De Maintenon
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The true way to soften one's troubles is to solace those of others.
- Madame De Maintenon
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Life isn't worth of living, it's only worth of dreaming to have a life, what could be worth of living.
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The true way to soften one's troubles is to solace those of others.
- Madame De Maintenon
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It's automatic everywhere in your letter
A lie that makes me bleed
It's automatic when you say things get better
But they never....
- Automatic by Tokio Hotel
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The true way to soften one's troubles is to solace those of others.
- Madame De Maintenon
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