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Mountain Floweryou are the mountain flower that i couldn't reach, the persistent growth that flourished upon that sheer cliff face- you grew so beautifully in adversity whilst i failed to be anything but an admirer.Mountain Flower
your surroundings are barren, yet even so you would still stand out amongst the flowers of the hanging garden- as i am, i am only worthy of imagining the gardens of kings, let alone claim its most prized flower.
your life is a mystery to me, shallow roots seem so fragile yet they tether you to the precipice of infinity; your existe
by ~sto67
Distancedseparated by oceans of stars, we are worlds apart; but i take solace knowing that you watch the same night sky as i-Distanced
did you see that comet tail igniting my hopes? burning brilliantly before being doused in the serenity of the night. i only wish that we see eye to eye, fly and shine brightly together until we are reclaimed by the heavens.
you come to me in my dreams like a siren you call me in my sleep; but i awake to nothing but sweat and tears, with your warmth lingering on my cheek. at that moment we were one; despite the distance
by ~sto67
A conversationa conversation (if i could speak)A conversation
if i wasn't afraid i would say a great deal of things to bring you closer in my mind, the kind of words which would embarass romantics until they are red in the face.
this place where i would tell you all my emotions is yet to be determined- the very notion of revealing myself strikes fear to my ego; rejection is a knife too near for comfort. i have no idea of what to say, i would delay my thoughts by just a fraction and stumble through inaction before blurting out the words which tie my tongue:
by ~sto67
fairy talei will find you amongst the fog that cloaks my path to you; no rainbows will guide me through the cloud and smog that grips and stifles my arteries with this mystic veil.fairy tale
i am no knight,
more a vagrant drifter in the wind- you are no maiden in distress, just a spirit happy to shoot the breeze. this is a new fairy tale that denounce the brave for those who are filled with fear; and ignore conventions of old.
needless to say, we collided in the air and i was buffeted in the turbulence of my own affections. you crippled me, trappe
by ~sto67
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White DressesI once sat in puddles on swings, uncaring of dirty marks left: blue trousers, black; pink skirts, purple; white dresses -- no, I didn't wear white. I wanted to. I clambered over red-brick walls, rot-green fences and cold-cut metal poles.White Dresses
It was then I saw her: brunette locks tamed by brush and comb and ribbon, plaited to her waist and back.
by ~crazynloveless
From Gate 115Could you put names to the ghosts in your bed? Maybe not; then again, neither could I nor can I recall what lives I have led in order to prolong this last goodbye. This bed is our sheltered world come undone, No sheets remain; we slaughtered the covers; they lay, beaten by the day we have won back from the killers of secret lovers. There will be nothing left of us to find when this moment ends; It will be too late to change flight plans or your headstrong mind; I would follow you if not for the gate. My dear, we held each other's hands at last,From Gate 115
but now the ocean ne
by ~insomaniac55
Writing on CelluloidI look upon syntax and semantics, An obsidian wall to me; to you, There are no shades of black too deep, your tricks With light and shadow, allow to break through Creation’s heavy veil, to find the muse; Posing for you, she whispers, words so true, I write them, while the flash goes off; they fuse, Ink and film, for that one piece we pursue. You load another roll, but the subject, Is lost from your viewfinder; I make do, Write a couplet, then two, from an object That, once in focus, you pay tribute to. I’ve written, as much as your lens has seen, You’ve taken shots,Writing on Celluloid
by ~insomaniac55
Grandma's Hairher locks fall tidily to linoleum— it’s static attraction. each strand grazes the air, gracefully set free.Grandma's Hair
every particle of dust passed on the way
is a milestone;
each inch, an achievement.
her hair is weighed by memories,
white with overuse, bitter and uncouth.
by ~givemeliberty
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- Current Residence: sydney australia
- Interests: anime/manga, my car, computers
- Favourite movie: gladiator
- Favourite genre of music: Jpop
- Operating System: Windows XP
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- Favourite game: Final Fantasy VII
- Personal Quote: i would rather take the chance that i am wrong, than never finding out if i could have been right
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