Mother and DaughterMeticulously searching through a sea of darkened water,Mother and Daughter
The luminary mother sets a course to find her daughter For long ago the day was well acquainted with the night, And every morn they radiated cataclysmic light, But as the years passed by the girl grew bright and sailed away, With stars and worlds as witnesses to guard the sacred day.
Mind the GapWinterGlass is all that stands between me and the biting cold And through the falling snow your silhouette holds out its frozen hand And gentle whispers fill my effervescent mind As your distant shadow releases steam into the numbing air.Winter
My wishes wrestle the cries from my feverish brain And through this trepidation my icy reflection soars.
And though I hover high above the frozen evergreens Your simple whisper gently holds me in its palm And caresses me with one subtle, frigid finger As warmth encompasses my grinning countenance
My dreams are filled with splen
Seasons of Violet.We called her Violet, and she was. We knew her when she was young and pale, during Fall And when we'd climb old trees, their brittle branchesSeasons of Violet.
Like welcoming arms Would snap in two And we'd cascade to the earthy ground Carpeted with golden and red and orange And as we fell,
Secretly, she'd wish with all the goodness in her heart That she were a leaf as well That like a leaf, she could be swept away to some distant place In arms that would not break In arms that belonged to people who truly loved her.
We called her Violet, and she was. And with th
There is a place..There is a place where balloons end up after they slip out of the hands of a little girl as she grasps for the string that slowly drifts further beyond her reach. Sometimes, balloons just become untied and slowly float away until they are out of sight.There is a place..
Haven't you ever wondered where balloons end up once they easily glide out of the hands of lovers, friends, families? A place where moonlight shivers as it touches lost memories and licks the sweet shining fantasies only to be poisoned. So beautiful, so deadly. Memories like mercury in the moonlight.
There is a place sound goes when there isn't a soul around to hear it
Life is such a silly thing
Tired
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&& your birthday is tomorrow! I'm excited. I just might stay up to say happy birthday on facebook. Well... I would if I wasn't exhausted at only.... 9:15 ^.^
I'm in the midst of writing something for you, but I'm not sure if it will be done for tomorrow. It's difficult to rush writing. ^.^
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"We are such stuff as dreams are made on, rounded with a little sleep"
"Tell me my dear, can a heart still break once it's stopped beating?"
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