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A single lilly
When she awoke and rose to meet the day, a thin film of mist covered the ocean, weaving the illusion that nothing beyond it existed.
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Freedom
Freedom, people say it is a beautiful thing but is it? I don’t know anything else. That is life to me so what is freedom? When you know only freedom how can you say how amazing freedom is, how beautif…
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Beauty With Simple Screams
there’s a beauty in you
and there’s a beauty in believing
but you never believe me when I tell you you’re beautiful
and I can never figure out why
I see your radiance, I see your beauty
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The way the wind blows tonight
The way the wind blows tonight it helps me see the beauty of the world that we live in. The way the wind blows tonight it helps me understand the pleasantness of the sun and moon.
The way the wind bl… -
With tears
I woke up again
With tears on my face
This bed I lie in
Feels so out of placeWords left neglected
For too long unsaid
Left here forever
Inside of my headI’m so tired of waking
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The Way Home
You took a flight down the dark road
To fullfill your dreams of silver and gold -
2 wrongs dont make a right
Somebody may of hurt you really bad, tok most of your things and
did something terriable like broke your heart. you maybe mad and upset and
feel like youneed toget him or her back 4 what they d… -
Whose The Real Fool?
You think that they are your friend, but ther not.
They make you think that they are laughin with you, but they are laughing
at you. They make you think that the friends you already
have and… -
The Unstraight Line
though my skin is quicker to turn red
thicker from the slings and arrows, the buckshot
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An Honor...My first group Avatar!
My shot, Puzzle, is featured as this week’s avatar for Nature’s Macro Canvas! I am honored to have this one chosen, and the feedback has been wonderful. And to think, I was having a cranky-pants kinda…
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Jane's Song
Under stars of flint and milk, she made up stories of boys who stole oceans to colour their eyes and girls who used gardenia petals to paint their mouths.
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Dreams of a Bohemian Life
“Bess, the landlord’s daughter,” you whistle lowly when I meet you in the worn and faded grand foyer, robbing me of my breath. The highway man came riding…
