HappinessI'm feeling that happier times are on the way. I found somone oI can really connect with.
My, oh, my: He's brilliant.
Check it out.
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Shameless, aren't I?
*mwahs*
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MiracleA thumping beat, fueled with a dream of shining fire off slick streets. There are no stars here in the sky; they are all in your eyes. She told you you're a man now, didn't she? How easy do you think it'll be? Railroad flat, apartment, tenament. Billboards fill your nights with Christmas lit bathrooms filled with candles and starlets, champagne, rose petals. Awaken to a darkened studio with scattered papers, alone, gin, bills. You have a never dampened mind, fighting for survival, and your dreams take flight. A sky filled with no stars,Miracle
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ReverieFalling into water, falling into sleep, slow, methodical, comforting dreams. Eyes hypnotic, hands sliding slowly, lips oh-so casually. A time never-ending, scars slipping clean, touch exploring sweetly. Fingertips melting into cheekbone ridges, and pools of sensation spill into the low light. Hands intertwined and smiles glowing soft white, growing, discovering in muted night. Pain drifts away, calming ebbs fill quiet, rustling breaths, and laughs lovely and soft are absorbed by a heavy curtain of peace. Breath. Hope. Sleep. Peace. &nbsReverie
by ~Emerald-Waters
Truth be told.They think we can't smell it, the alcohol on their lips. the smoke in their hair. the sweat on their necks. They think we can't hear it, their raging pulses. their fluttering eyelids. their tapping toes. They think we can't see it, their opium eyes. their ragged fingernails. their scarred arms. They think we can't taste it, their stale gum. their powdered throats. their scented wrists. They think we can't smell it, their flurried pheromones. their damp hair. their musty clothes.Truth be told.
Dreamers stop dreaming the night they m
by ~Emerald-Waters
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- Current Residence: I live in a land of purest snow, moistest heat, and greenest land.
- Interests: I actually dabble in modeling as well as photography and writing. paradoxburn and ladylarks. :D
- Favourite movie: Moulin Rouge, Dracula, From Hell
- Favourite band or musician: AFI, Blaqk Audio, Owl City
- Favourite genre of music: Alternative-Techno-Happy-Hardcore?
- Favourite artist: Anna Johnson
- Favourite poet or writer: Ernest Hemingway, Dante, Poe, Dickenson
- Favourite style of art: Impressionism
- Operating System: I'm a PC.
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- AIM: sweetauroralove
- MSN: emerald.rain@hotmail.com
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Looking lost into the night..
Where did you go?
Oooo, I don't wanna know..
I came here to
Now all I can think about is that I miss thee. *tear* You shall have to send me a text sometime. And maybe I'll be able to hit you up next time I'm on break!
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I know all sorts of things that I don't believe...~
I just want you to know that this
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I never made sense of what I could make nonsense.
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The PhotoLit Prompt
Autumn Feature anyone?
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I never made sense of what I could make nonsense.
Vengeance
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I never made sense of what I could make nonsense.
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"I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!" ~Patrick Henry
The silence is too damn loud
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