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Let me touch the face of the moon
With my fingers reaching out in the night
I know it will leave me too soon
But for this fleeting moment let there be light
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Title and Description by: Me.
I find myself always with far too many things to do and places to be, but an empty place, a cavernous nothing inside where something or somewhere or someone should be.
It doesn’t matter how I press my face to the glass late at night, how I sit in the dark parking lot and cry. It doesn’t matter when I leave my fingerprints my faceprints my tearprints all over those windows. It doesn’t matter how long I search for a key or where I look or whose ghosts I might see. I am still locked out of where my hearte is meant to forever be.
text in photo reads:
from glimmering waters to crumbling castles
and slick wet reeds by the river
and pebbly roads
that push through my shoes with every step
from sighing towers and intoxicating gardens
and kaleidoscope suns and bouquets of stars
as the hills bubble up to meet the clouds
and the valley sink into the fabric of the earth
through years and decades, it seems
I have followed my memory of you
hoping it would do well on its promise
to bring me back into your eyes.
do you think of me when you drop a cheerio, when you see a wilted daffodil, when you smell the morning after rain?
Try sleeping with love crawling underneath your skin like snakes & with their squirming sounding like a running tap...
I’m still in the shadows but I see the light. Its only a few steps until I’m out of the night.
I’m growing impatient to see the world bloom. To see the flowers grow in the field and over the tomb.
I’ve not forgot the memories that I leave. But the further back they go the less they make me grieve.
I’m still breaking ice but I can see the blue. Sun reawakens my life and sweet laughter is due.
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Title and Description by: Me.
Quote from my novel! :) #mywriting #writing #writer #love #lovequotes #life #lifequotes #poem #heart #romance #sad #sadquotes #smile #girl #sweet #quotes #quoteoftheday #instacool #instadaily #instalike #instagood #instalove #bestoftheday #picoftheday #inspirational #motivational #feel #book #novel - d_drak
it is the song that does not end.
is it
it is
the blessing
that does not
cloy
that does not end or
sour,
—ever
{neverland never ever.}—
the endless seas of generations that fold upon fold upon wavelings of waves.like
a Morten Lauridsen chord
unsettled but
perfect.
a clash but
a lush resonance.
a perfect sorrowjoyfeelingling.
a hope.
an endless
amen.
The years had brought her no rest, and her eyes were ever open to the darkness around her. "He will return, he will return." she repeated to herself aloud. But in her heart she knew that he was gone forever.
Title and Description by: Me.
I’ve seen a lot of things, and I’ve been a lot of places.
My hands weren’t always clean, but I covered up the traces.
I saw many people, and I loved them in a way.
But no one touched my soul, the way that you did that one day.
I will never leave you, to you I will always be bound.
I built my life around you, and I couldn’t find better ground.
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Title and Description by: Me.
Title by: Me.
I went on a walk with my little brother today. Had a great time, took some good photos, and came back to eat birthday cake (not mine).
I love these flowers! They look more like stars than the others! They are breathtaking! I love how the background gets so black when it's later in the day (or at around 8:00 in this shot).
The chilly scenery jolted by at a steady pace outside the window. The tree branches seemed to reach out their freezing fingers to the setting sun, beckoning it back. But the sun persisted to forsake their silent cries as it crawled behind the hills to sleep.
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That's something that I wrote a while back as part of a Victorian style novel that I was writing. When I looked at this picture it reminded me of it.
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It also reminded me of "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow."
sir
“he has the unique ability of making everyone feel equally awkward.”
paradox of paradoxes, icon of iconatry;
eyes that are dim, that are dull and full, that seek
so much more than they know that they do.
I write far too often of eyes. I guess it’s just my territory…
“yeah,” he said.
the brain blossoms, maybe
but I think he’s living in circles and circles.
LOTF and etc.
page after page, and pages
after pages;
never just the right inflection, always
off
what if he’d gotten what it seems he so desperately wanted; would he be
the cynic, the arctic, the illogic…?
there’s much more there than he knows,
and it’s funny: I don’t know many these days
with more than they believe they know they have, but
I guess it’s all in the profile.
In his hair, weeping
stringy; a cavalcade, a cape
but it’s funny, he doesn’t know it at all as he clutches stupidly, brilliantly at “funny”
we shan’t forget the days.
and hey, sir? I’m sure the trees are more than willing to fall for you,
just the same
as us;
they want simply
to be heard falling.
Thoughts forming within the brain
Filling up the mind
The eyes
Each thought, pouring out
They're streaming down your face
Over the mouth that you have kept quiet
And onto the ground
Tears filling up every hole
On every pathway
Puddles of forgotten hopes
Ideas drowning themselves
In the flooded despair of locked up truth
A shattered skull leaving the brain unprotected
The mind, filling up with endless possibilities
Will we still fit together when we're no longer broken?
Our hands are interlocked so tightly, I think we will
It is possible this is a stairway leading to nowhere
but it's better than no stairway at all
Trying to make time go by faster with my mind
The clock ticks steadily, but it seems to be going slower and slower
With every breath I take, time slows, I'm sick of this
Waiting for the truth to bleed out from inside
Can someone be patient for an eternity?
Heavy breathing, panic
The end is a lonesome mystery
And with every end lies a new beginning
With no answers
How are we built to handle the never-ending questions?
When I was in kindergarten, I had this odd little mannerism that mom called my “shy act.” It basically consisted of me walking around with my hands curled up in front of my face like a chipmunk’s paws, as if to hide me from surrounding humans.
It was perceived as cute back then of course, but now I just look back and lol and lol at myself showing signs of social anxiety and overall strangeness at even the tender age of 5.
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Title by: Me.
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I went on another bike ride with my brother today (one of my absolute favorite things to do in the summer time). I took tons of pictures of clouds (because I really really really love clouds) and enjoyed the biking thoroughly.
It was all really there.
What I really mean too say is that it was so real it brought oxygen into my bloodstream...
I'm so super excited about my new project.I've found the best location & story for this psychological/drama/thriller/horror.
I'm gonna start writing,taking photographs & filming.I'll start working full time in June-August so I will use as much time this spring as possible.Butterflies all over me!
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This is my "pen drawer" at work. I have a little (?) bit of an obsession with pens. I have certain colors I use for different functions. I have a particular liking for Sharpies - I have all colors! My office is very neat - I can't stand any clutter at all - but, as you can see, that does not extend to this drawer. I have so many that there is no way to keep them in order. In fact, you can't see it, but there is a divider full of pens under this top layer. Oh well, to each his own!
(24/365)
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