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Odds and Ends

A cup is just a cup until it's the last cup that she touched, and a car is just a way from a to b until it's the way that she arrived at z. A picture in a frame is lovely to see, even if only ever viewed in the background, passively, but when the image locks in place the last smile on her face then your grief turns to regret for the memory trapped beneath the glass. An old pair of slippers, tucked neatly beside the door, stepping over every time you cross the threshold, until the day when you have to toss those old things away and they are as heavy as anchors and more treasured than diamond. A scent that fills your head, the comfort of a f

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i was never worth this

i. i check your wrists when you're not looking, because i'm afraid that if i don't, i'll miss something i should ask about. i know you confessed in the past tense, but it's easy to let old habits sneak back up on you after you thought you buried them. and you know what they say: they die hard. ii. i never thought i'd find someone who hates to cry as much as i do. the only difference is that i do it far too often, and you don't do it enough. iii. you told me you liked to draw, but that you weren't any good. you were wrong. iv. it took me an hour to muster up the courage to say three little words, and i still don't know why you stuck around

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Amazing Images 2

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Though The Night Is Long

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Consider This

Naturally Beautiful 2

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Kinga

Amazing Images

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L'Heure Bleue

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I seek you out

I seek you out along the corners of dry pages my soft demon, my toothless one We were molting birds in the same pond I the strict branch and you the ripe, unruly olives My fingers tore at gray earth until I too became animal I longed for you and you appeared The brave one, the unaltered one Oh quick fruit! The seeded ache I held for you within a passionate dance I lived and died within a single moment my life clipped at a speed Tongues that speak like birds Eyes that glaze over the sheen of form and declares it good I crossed and uncrossed my map for you for you.

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Warmness

Naturally Beautiful

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OK

Amazing Artwork

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Karol Bak

Friday Night Features

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Literature

Left Waiting

I have been left waiting For a bus that never comes I know because I saw it leave At quarter past the one And now the sky is darkening And now my hands are cold The withered wind is slacking And nestles at my toes Little comfort for a stranger Who promised they would go To a little costume party At the bend of Cormie's road So I wait a little longer Till the lights look rather grey And the raindrops join my company Washing sights and sound away The shapes that now are passing I couldn't give them names It's no car or bus, but monster That slinks out in the rain But at least i'm not so lonely With the wind, and rain, and frights

Poetry Screams 2013

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Graveyard Serenade

Long years have passed since you have seen the sun; So cold you are, no drop of blood, no red; No prophet I, yet know you are the one With whom my heart belongs, although you're dead. In winter's arms I lie and wait for sleep; But it evades me when not at your grave; Of you I dream, I pray, I scream, I weep; For all eternity I am your slave. Between the haunting ghosts I see your face; More fair than any mortal eyes have seen; Pale light bestowing you unearthly grace; Your beauty even Death could not demean. As mad I walk, all heads nod from above; Yet is insanity not known as love?

Poetry Screams 2012

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Upon the Fields

Upon the battlefields The sickle swings to reap A harvest of souls. Upon the battlefields The warring blade bites deep And the fall is cold. My God, the fall is cold!

Poetry Screams 2011

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A Feature of Prose

Because I'm feeling like some WORDS tonight. Please  enjoy and show these fantastic artists some LOVE.

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