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Etched
Into the tiny fibers
And bled
Into the palms of your hands
Your own personal time machine
Reflecting into your soul
And tugging at your mind.
You are handing me
My own memories.
Into the tiny fibers
And bled
Into the palms of your hands
Your own personal time machine
Reflecting into your soul
And tugging at your mind.
You are handing me
My own memories.
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Completed Intro
Down in a valley Half-covered in mist Past the reach of the Shadows And the Stone-Giant's fist Lies a little green meadow That's sparkling with dew A cove, and a castle and a forest there too - Called simply "The Land," Its rule split among four - First the King and the Queen, Both with powers galore. Next the fairy princess, A kind-hearted sprite Whose heart is to help, To heal and make right. Last, but not least, is The mermaid queen Of the cove where her Amulets shimmer and gleam - Each one has a job To help those in The Land In kindness, with magic - They work hand in hand. And that, my dear friend Is where our story starts: May this book be a solace To all lonely hearts.
Literature
The Color of Your Eyes
The flashing hues of green and blue bring to mind the colors of a tropical sea in images on postcards. The wondrous shift and blend they have leave me mesmerized as I watch your moods shift through the day. Dark and alluring, the browns are rich like Expresso, like chocolate on a cold winter's night, drawing me in to try and seek the hidden secrets held within. Spring lingers in your gaze, peering from out amongst the Veridian foliage that lives within your eyes. Shade and light, all dance and sway as if the breeze is blowing across your secret skies. Blue like the darkest of full moon nights, or sapphires so pale, they bring to mind the shimmering stars. I watch patiently, waiting to see if the ice will crack, or if I will see the winds chase the clouds across your face, and see shapes I never thought possible. Amber tears weep from the trees and linger, suspended in your eyes. Bits of memories glimmer through, special treasures held within their clear depths. What other secrets
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Map of Horizons
When all the horizons have been gathered the tall gray blocks of cities will become ships ready to undock, and coast away - (ships to hold all ships). The clouds will welcome them into their arms. The soldier, and his helmet will balloon into the Rorschach of the sky like a stratus cloud The concrete of the ground is gray seed, is wish transferable -- loosing and bifurcating in the low fog, is where people came to from everywhere else.
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Just came up with it when picking up some old film roles I didn't know I had. There were photos on them with people I am no longer friends with and its just kind of interesting to me how you can be inspires to remember something you never thought was there.
Just came up with it when picking up some old film roles I didn't know I had. There were photos on them with people I am no longer friends with and its just kind of interesting to me how you can be inspires to remember something you never thought was there.
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As a photographer I quite like this and I rarely like literature based works on dA