PolaroidI'm looking at your polaroid that you took of me lying on your bed and I've come to realize that it's so symbolic of what we had. Its opaque cover hiding the details within its frame, kept from the casual eyes of passers-by but obvious and golden to me and you.Polaroid
The life you've documented on your wall
and the subject lying amongst it all is captured and posted in the same place, just another memory to be showcased.
One to be overlooked by countless visitors, treasured only by a lonenly two. Or perhaps it's just me now who holds that time dear, for it has bee
Preface I could not believe that I was now holding her, the girl of my every night’s dream. The one who would normally have not even known I existed. But what was equally as hard to believe is that she trusted me enough to tell me her most guarded secret. She had told me what she really was…Preface
I combed my fingers through her caramel hair and found that it was softer than anything I have ever felt. I closed my eyes and imagined my hand moving through puffy white clouds, the only thing that I could think of to des
An Eternal BudI know of love that blossomed from the earth of childhood, but did not take root until years later. Love that received everything which is needed to grow from me; will, care, persistence, and hope. Yet what's missing now is the air to breathe and the light to see. I know of love that is covered in the silt and ash of the past, its potential forever that: potential. I know only of love as an eternal bud waiting to bloom. Love that has been found and lost countless times, but that has never disappeared. A seed and stem kept locked deep in a vault, forever holding on to its final breathe from the outside.An Eternal Bud
The Lyre's SongToday I missed my chance with one Who talked with the rhyme of a lyre And who's gentle song caressed my being Like that of the free southern winds.The Lyre's Song
I'm missing out on all the things I wished I'd do when I was young. Time passes but still I stand, in the same place, Waiting to hear the notes of change play for me at last.
Will they never come?
Or have they come and passed in the rhyme of
Her voice, yet it was I who was too deaf to notice? The lyre will play on until she finds harmony. And I will forever be alone.
Cleaning Up
Optimism
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Lieutenant - Out
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Deutsch: Die schönste Sprache in der Welt.
Warum ist also das verfickte französisch so populär?
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i died in the living room.
Yep. I said it.
Hey buddy!
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Golden rose, the color of the dream I had
Not too long ago
A misty blue and the lillac too
A' never to grow old....
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Deutsch: Die schönste Sprache in der Welt.
Warum ist also das verfickte französisch so populär?
(NOTE: This is not the usual copy and paste thing I’ve done. I’ve spruced it up a bit, to match my tastes, and although that might be inherently arrogant, I nevertheless had to do it to secure my own meaning of friendship. I trust you’ll all forgive me.)
Today is best friend day.
Send this to all your friends, and me if I am one.
If you get back seven, you are loved. (
1-3 You are no friend at all (deal with it, I’m one of ‘em),
4-6 You're an okay friend (with insecurities),
7-9 You're a good friend (or so you would have us believe),
10-& And up, you're a great friend (who uses your comrades as pawns in a chess tournament).
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Send this rose to everyone you care about (or I’ll slap you).
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Deutsch: Die schönste Sprache in der Welt.
Warum ist also das verfickte französisch so populär?
I understand completely, though you must know... I, too, have enjoyed your emotional writing, so I can't really bark at one tree without crossing my paths and just barking at another.
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For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return.
- Leonardo Da Vinci
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