| One of my more interesting deviations... |


CarolineCaroline, Caroline, apple of my eye Makes me laugh and makes me cryCaroline
Caroline and I are so far apart Yet she's always here inside my heart
Caroline, Caroline, can't you see
Where you're at is where I wanna' be
Caroline please do stay for a while
You know how I love it when you smile
Caroline, Caroline, keeper of my soul Can't you see you make me whole
Caroline I can only hope you see What a miracle you are to me


It's A Game, A Dance, A SongIt's a game really, with each of us playing our part I'll hide, try and find me if you care You ask the questions and I'll dodge around the answers Cat and mouse, catch me if you canIt's A Game, A Dance, A Song
It's a dance really, back and forth we will flit about Never settling in one spot too long We've danced this dance so many times, know every move Each step is so carefully placed
It's a song you know, each of us a different note Each just another chord on the guitar It's when the notes come together that the magic happens They're no longer a sound but music


Here Comes The StormWhy is it that it comes to this? That I have to choose between? That I will hurt someone I love? It's because I don't deserve either They deserve more than this world has to offer More than this broken person can give I will hurt, I will disappoint, I will let down And what happens from here? In the end will I lose one or both? I am in turmoil with my heart and soul I need both to live Because what is life without one or the other? It's not a life worth living So where do I go from here? Is it best to let my heart and soul free? Free to move on to someonHere Comes The Storm


What If?What if you're making me out to be more than I am? What if you see beauty and perfection where it's not? What if it's not enough when I've given all I can? What if my heart is the only thing I've got?What If?
What if I'm not thin and am emotionally scarred? What if I'm plain and don't dress in the latest style? What if I need to hide away when the times get hard? What if I throw up walls, block you out for a while?
What if because you're far you can love me for who I am? What if when you're here you judge on what you see? What if I shrug it off like I just don't give a damn? &n


The Gifts of TreesThe Gifts of TreesThe Gifts of Trees
They stand rooted in the Earth, ageless sentinels of time growing ever upward to reach the endless sky.
If we look to them, they will show us ourselves, entwined as we are to the eternal cycles of time.
If we listen to them, they will speak to us of things we have forgotten and things we never knew.
If we touch them, they will share with us the steady energy that is their soul.
And if we rest in their shade, &nb


Just how beautiful you are.I'm sitting in the rain, thinking of you, wherever you are. On the roof, I'm sitting in the rain, wondering where you are. Soaking wet, not from rain but tears, wondering why you can't see.Just how beautiful you are.
Just how beautiful you truly are.
The stars overhead cry out in vain! And sitting alone I share their pain.
As they too wonder, why can't you see? The sun and the moon, they share our pain.
But it seems to all be in vain. Why can't you see? I wonder, to the passing of car. Why can't you see, just how beautiful you truly are.


Heartbeat To HeartbeatPalm to palm...Heartbeat To Heartbeat
The rain washed over us. The kind of rain that soaks through all the layers. Settling deep within you. Cleanses the soul. And here we are, in nothing more than night clothes, fingers laced, eyes closed, standing in the rain.
Body to body...
Every sense was attuned to the growing proximity. Drunk off the very nearness of you. Aware of the building heat between us as we huddled closer for warmth. Arms tangled around eachother, cheeks pink, grinning. Not needing to speak. Content.
Breath to breath...
Evidence of our laughter fogging the air between us. Wispy trails
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~I am a poet~
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William Faulkner: "The past is never dead; it's not even past."
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"Wait! I'm having one of those things! You know... A head ache with pictures!?"
"An idea?"
"YES!"
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Sony A200 18/70mm
As The Shutter Closes - A Photography Contest.
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"You're the fucking leaders, you have the power. Don't let these bastards dictate the rest of the world, or dictate you fucking life!"
-Billie Joe Armstrong<3
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Dieses ist Leben.
Wenn Sie nicht tanzen, dann sind Sie tot.
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dendrites wave and furl
moved-by-moving-with is not
manifesting is
this can happen without you
or it can happen within
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