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It's darkest before the light
If we shut our eyes to see
The things that we have lost
Inside the lines between
Between the black and white
Where everything goes grey
And everything's unsaid, undone
And the negative bleeds away
To reveal the memory
That we waited so long for
How many times do I have to try to tell you
That I'm sorry for the things I've done
But when I start to try to tell you
That's when you have to tell me
Hey... this kind of trouble's only just begun
I tell myself too many times
Why don't you ever learn to keep your big mouth shut
That's why it hurts so bad to hear the words
That keep on falling from your mouth
Falling from your mouth
Falling from your mouth
Tell me
Why...
Why...
I may be mad
I may be blind
I may be viciously unkind
But I can still read what you're thinking
And I've heard is said too many times
That you'd be better off
Besides...
Why can't you see this boat is sinking
(this boat is sinking this boat is sinking)
Let's go down to the water's edge
And we can cast away those doubts
Some things are better left unsaid
But they still turn me inside out
Turning inside out, turning inside out
Tell me
Why...
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The lights go out and I can't be saved
Tides that I tried to swim against
Have brought me down upon my knees
Oh, I beg, I beg and plead
Singin' come out of things unsaid
Shoot an apple off my head
And a trouble that can't be named
A tiger's waiting to be tamed, singin'
You are
You are
Confusion that never stops
Closing walls and ticking clocks
Gonna come back and take you home
I could not stop that you now know
Singin' come out upon my seas
Cursed missed opportunities
Am I a part of the cure
Or am I part of the disease? Singin'
You are
You are
You are
You are
You are
You are
And nothing else compares
Oh, no, nothing else compares
And nothing else compares
You are
You are
Home, home, where I wanted to go
Home, home, where I wanted to go
Home, home, where I wanted to go
Home, home, where I wanted to go
Lyrics by Coldplay
THURSDAY EYES...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GKOR8TddfcM
There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes
She’s a little bit of heaven with a wild side
Got a rebel heart a country mile wide
There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes
A little bit of devil in her angel eyes...
"Eyes speak. Eyes say the unsaid words. Eyes express feelings. Eyes convey emotions. Eyes are eloquent. Eyes are tender. Eyes are sensitive. Eyes are captivating. I can't help looking into eyes. I am always fascinated by eyes. If I were a painter then I would love to paint eyes!”
― Avijeet Das
On Jerzzie:
- ZURI RAYNA JEWELRY ARIEL HEAD PIECE (PUMPKIN FROST GOLD)
- LUXE PARIS TENEBROUS GOWN AND STOLE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HG7I4oniOyA&index=36&list...
How many times do I have to try to tell you
That I'm sorry for the things I've done
But when I start to try to tell you
That's when you have to tell me
Hey, this kind of trouble's only just begun
I tell myself too many times
Why don't you ever learn to keep your big mouth shut
That's why it hurts so bad to hear the words
That keep on falling from your mouth
Falling from your mouth
Falling from your mouth
Tell me
Why
Why
I may be mad
I may be blind
I may be viciously unkind
But I can still read what you're thinking
And I've heard it said too many times
That you'd be better off
Besides
Why can't you see this boat is sinking
Let's go down to the water's edge
And we can cast away those doubts
Some things are better left unsaid
But they still turn me inside out
Turning inside out turning inside out
Tell me
Why
Tell me
Why
This is the book I never read
These are the words I never said
This is the path I'll never tread
These are the dreams I'll dream instead
This is the joy that's seldom spread
These are the tears...
These beatiful Orsini LOU and JENNY rings from Orsini Marketplace
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Billy Cassis - "Every Day Is the Day of the Dead"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8fc2URGZDM8
“Life is for the living.
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note unsaid.”
― Langston Hughes, The Collected Poems
Blog Post
sllorinovo.blogspot.com/2017/10/deaths-day-irrisistible.html
“One step forward,
two steps back
finally I have re-crossed the line I overstepped
and drawing another one now in the sand
I am free and in my silence you will understand
and feel the loss … “ - AP
Exorcising my demons … the heavy heart; the weight that held me back; all is gone and I rejoice.
Please do not worry, my dear friends. I am finer than I've ever been <3
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=6EjNtByUaGk
BLEACHLESS – ELIZABETH GRACE
I look for signs
I walk thin lines
I teeter on the edge
but now I wander
and I wonder
about all those little things unsaid …
I look up to the skies
I search; research all those little white lies
I reach for stars that died long ago
but they still wink at me
shine their light so I can see
the truth cannot be hidden; this I know
“I wander lonely as a cloud”
another poet tells this tale to me; I read aloud
I search for inspiration in the deepest sea
resist the urge
desist and merge
like a wallflower at a party that was never meant for me
I cannot ever hope to understand
the devil in the detail of your hand
I will not even try this time
but if you ever wish to know
the depth of love I did not show
then mourn me but never cross that line
I am always dancing in the rain
I think that's why you prick yourself to see
if you can ever feel the pain
to feel anything at all; I hope you do
because then I know there will be hope
I will know that you can cope
without me; all you had of me is the legacy I leave to you.
- AP - Copyright © remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission
There was a time, I was yours and you were mine
We shone in the light of the day
No trouble no pain, straight talking as they say
Nothing could stand in our way
Two people in a trance
Two fighters in a dance
They respect each other's fears
A fighter's pride is built on fear
I, I'm amazed, I let it slip away
I, I'm crazed, it's running through my brain
Everything that rises, has to fall
Somewhere I read, the truth is better left unsaid
Avoid all the hurt and the pain
I'm a crooked companion, You'd better watch your step
When I take you out to play
Drink from this golden cup, the days aren't long enough
Hoiset up the scarlet sails, But I junped to shore as we moved
away
I, I'm amazed, I let it slip away
I, I'm crazed, it's running through my brain
Everything that rises, has to fall
Tomorrow is the 1st anniversary of your death - one year without you in our live! If i could get a 2nd chance ...there is so much unsaid :(
Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh a beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty
Oh and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1SiylvmFI_8
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"The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right place but to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.”
Quote - Dorothy Nevill
Belleza's new applier, Fleur, is coming to The Liaison Collaborative Wednesday ♡ roxifiranelli.com/2019/07/01/important-words-unsaid/
♫ Nobody Knows ♫ - The Lumineers
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A gift to the 2.5+ million lost to COVID-19 and their families who struggle each day to look "through the darkness to the dawn."
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When Great Trees Fall
by Maya Angelou
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.
Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.
The light rises
Over the city of the dead
This beautiful morning
There is such joy ahead
For one breathtaking moment
I saw what was always unsaid
That I would see you
Instead of just being in my head
Time has no meaning
And rules have become unbent
I can see you so clearly
As if it was always meant
The trick is believing
Understanding your grieving
That love is inherent
To our comprehending
That our sisters and brothers
Our friends and family
And all our lovers
In this life and the next
Are connected together
The silver threads reaching
Binding and joining
Tying us together
Always and forever
Never split asunder
From each other
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Thank you to all those who have responded so kindly to my Easter Series works so far, you give me great joy. I have another for Easter Monday…and possibly a bonus if I can get it together. After that I shall be getting back to you and looking at all your beautiful work.
All my heartfelt warm wishes for this Easter Day to all my Followers and those who have viewed, commented and faved. May you always find peace in your soul.
For Easter Day 2023 in my series for this year I have written this work. I spent some time in Ocklynge Cemetery in Eastbourne, East Sussex, UK, in February this year and was overwhelmed by its beauty. It is calling me back already.
I have paired this work with U2’s ‘Song For Someone’ because even if you have no faith, you can easily practise the religion of simple compassion. The voices of the dead call for us to remember to be kind to each other.
And if you would like to see more of my work have a look at my website at:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=D5P-uyJZYSU
From the fear of losing you and never seeing you again
From this insane world milling about in my mind,
From those sleepless nights on the brink of madness,
When doubt touches me and strains my heart with black,
I conclude that I love you ..
From the time I spent thinking of you,
From my dreams of the day when you reign as an idol,
From your body desired by my maddened body
And my anxiety when I think you may be playing with me,
I conclude that I love you ..
From the cold that seizes me when I glimpse you,
From my shortness of breath and my freezing blood,
From the desolation lessening my living space
And the pain you often cause me despite yourself
From the contradiction of my head and my heart,
From my twenty lost years I live through you,
From your faraway looks that sometimes suffice me
And make me hope for some better days,
I conclude that I love you ..
From the thought that the end could be a beginning,
From my joys ripped open by your indifference,
From all the loving words remaining unsaid
Because it is forbidden for me to tell them to you,
I conclude that I love you ..
I conclude my love for you
Good as You.. Dedicated t someone special that takes care of her Mom and kids and me at time , Just want be good as you and never leave I love you unsaid . Just want to be as good as you .
This Giacometti-like iron sculpture was made by Eleni O'Hara some 50 years ago. It seems to me that this iron man wishes to say something. I cannot hear what he is saying. There is silence. What is it that remained unsaid?
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"The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right place but to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment."
-Dorothy Nevill
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This started off as us chatting while I was playing with different winlight settings in the editor on a low graphics setting, so perhaps for some of you it may not too exciting. I snapped away to remind myself of each setting and Kusari liked this one enough to nag me to post it here.
A lot of what you see is actually EEP settings, in Firestorm, which I was poking to see what it could do compared to Black Dragon. I added some finishes like smoke and the fireflies to give the image a little life. Even ordinary FS can add interesting effects so you don't need to be a Photoshop wizard to make your photos have more depth about them.
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Viewer: Firestorm Beta EEP - low graphics settings
Base Winlight: [TOR] NIGHT - Dark Came Over (additional nudges on Sky Editor)
Poses used in furniture provided by sim owner and clothing (in Kusari's Kimono).
Taken at the beautiful Hamamura Island Sim.
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This is an intermission post and not a blog post, but for those of you with a burning curiosity:
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Signature [Gild] tama_necklace
LeLutka [both of us}
A Thousand Years - Sting
A thousand years, a thousand more
A thousand times a million doors to eternity
I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times
An endless turning stairway climbs
To a tower of souls
If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars
The towers rise to numberless floors in space
I could shed another million tears, a million breaths
A million names but only one truth to face
A million roads, a million fears
A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty
I could speak a million lies, a million songs
A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time
But if there was a single truth, a single light
A single thought, a singular touch of grace
Then following this single point, this single flame
This single haunted memory of your face
I still love you
I still want you
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves
Like galaxies in my head
And on and on the mysteries unwind themselves
Eternities still unsaid
'Til you love me
“Eyes reveal the unsaid things. The innocence, the flirtations, and the naughtiness all emanate from the eyes.”
― Avijeet Das
Taken at the gorgeous and new and improved Surfers Bay
This is always an emotional day for me, since my mom passed away years ago leaving so much unsaid and undone on my part. All I can do now is be the best mom that I can be and try to always honor her memory.
"Do small things with great love."
~Mother Teresa
"A mother's heart is a special place where her children are always home."
~ Author Unknown
"If you want to change the world, go home and love your family."
~ Mother Teresa
"Through the years
Love radiates throughout
Life's charade
Shines through everything
That remains unsaid"
pic taken at home :)
The creators who made this possible:
Hair: tram F728
Feather vest and ring necklace from Gabriel, and a gift from my friend Jinx :D
Necklace from The Forge - Rock Star necklace
Apple May - Belted Bracers
Obscure - Lethal Bracelet
Brutal Bracelet from Body Factory
kunst - joint
reproachful, and wearing Lowen Beauty - Diana skin for Avalon EvoX available at Kustom9 till 10th July
Also:
Simple Bloom *EvoX Avalon* JuliaAir HighArch Diamond brows available at the main store
She stood in stillness, eyes gently closed, wrapped in the hush of candlelight and the soft perfume of fading incense. The world outside had gone quiet, but inside this moment—inside this room—her heart was full of whispered memories and unsaid words.
Her fingertips brushed the cool glass, not to see herself, but to feel something deeper: the echo of a touch that never truly left. She didn’t need her reflection tonight. She needed the memory that lived behind it—the one the mirror never forgot.
With every breath, the warmth of his presence seemed to gather around her. The mirror held it for her, carefully, like a secret between lovers. It remembered how she smiled when no one was watching. How she tilted her head when she thought of him. How her skin, now kissed by candlelight, once glowed beneath his hands.
The mirror had watched her fall in love.
And now, with her eyes closed and her heart wide open, it held her gently in return—not with glass, but with grace.
Because the mirror, more than anyone, knew what love looked like…
And what it still felt like, even in the silence.
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Stanford University has a beautiful campus, good for photo shoots. This is the Memorial Court at night while the sprinklers are on.
California has a big drought problem. 94% of the state is currently in drought status severe or higher (D2-D4). And it will get worse this summer. The snow pack level is at 6% of the normal average at this time of the year. Last week Governor Brown announced a mandatory water cut of 25%. Water use as seen in this photo will hopefully be a thing of the past.
Do you recognize the title?
I processed an enhanced HDR photo from a RAW exposure.
-- © Peter Thoeny, CC BY-NC-SA 4.0, HDR, 1 RAW exposure, NEX-6, _DSC4120_hdr1enh2a
It couldn't be taken back.
Or unsaid.
Or undecided.
Or undone.
It wasn't a malleable thing, a putty or a clay
It was a shattered thing, a permanent destruction
Felt across the Earth in one single moment
Even if people in other countries didn't understand
Why they suddenly shuddered uncontrollably.
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"Baby you're wild as a Wyoming rodeo sky. Strong as tequila on a Saturday night. Quiet as a kiss on a front porch swing. Loud as a song everybody sings and baby I could talk, 'til I'm out of breath and there'd be so much still left unsaid.."
♥
"They say a picture's worth a thousand of em but I need a million pictures cuz your love is like sand on a beach, the way you crash into me.."
♥♥
Today and always, I'm grateful for all of God's blessings. I'm grateful for family, friends, lessons learned, for life and for health. Thanks to all of those who follow my work. This venue allows me to express what might otherwise go unsaid. Real life is not often conducive to creativity. Here, I can let my imagination fly. I truly appreciate your faves, likes, comments and awards. I'm honored to have you on my list of followers. Have a blessed Thanksgiving day and enjoy the holiday season!!! <3
Sincerely,
Orchid Arado~*
IASWAS:
“And the air was full of Thoughts and Things to Say. But at times like these, only the Small Things are ever said. Big Things lurk unsaid inside.”
― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
Beneath the silver glow’s embrace,
Where shadows dance with gentle grace,
A secret realm in twilight’s shade,
Awaits the dreams that fairy’s made.
The mossy floor, a velvet bed,
With whispers of the night unsaid,
Faint glimmers in the air shimmer bright,
Guiding hearts through enchanted night.
In this sacred, silent space,
Magic stirs in every place,
A moonlit glade, where dreams cascade,
And wonder’s song will never fade.
Let the quiet beauty of the moonlit glade remind you that even in the darkest moments, there is a place of peace and wonder within. Sometimes, the most enchanting journeys begin in the quietest of moments. ❤️
~ Moon Magic