The clothed mountainsThe clothed mountains are green and flush with dew dripping with freshness. They remind of the great artist's skill and attention to detail.The clothed mountains
there i observe flowers with petals so soft and delicate
i want nothing more than to keep,nurture and protect them yet it is staggering the irony th
WEARYLike a drug she flows through my veins . In every fibre and tissue slowly eroding cholesterol hardened veinsWEARY
every cell feels a new lease of life
intoxicating is she I cannot get her out.
She is a river
an essence.
Rushing through boughs and undergrowth bringing nourishment ,greenery to roots made dry
and lethargic by lonliness . &n
What i amWHAT I AMWhat i am
I am a bird seeking and
needing strength for my journey
dont turn your words
of encouragement from me
i may not speak much
but i hear all.
I am a tree speading my branches to all willing
my skin may look hard and dry
but underneath are soft tender layers i may not smile when we see but
I weep when you leave
lakeside loversheaven was underwater that summer, among the freckled pale and the sun-browned legs of the teenage girls come to swim in my uncle's lake. the sky would be bright and i'd be hold-breathed under the blue (all sky and lake of it!) for minutes at times, blinking happy under red goggles. they wouldn't notice me, then a ginger hair boy with a sunken chest and gym shorts for swimmers, but holy spirit i noticed them.lakeside lovers
one wore blonde hair down to her waist which would cover her back in a wet, silky mess. another wore thick, red lips which'd pout naturally and look very able to be kissed upon. another was quiet, and she was the one i'd mak
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God loves you.
'Look into my eyes. what do you see'
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Art is not a mirror to reflect the world, but a hammer to shape it. [link]
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God loves you.
'Look into my eyes. what do you see'
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Girls say I'm fly, for a white guy.
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God loves you.
'Look into my eyes. what do you see'
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'Svera just suffers from perfectionismophilia.' =tanabatablossom
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check my gallery[link]
God loves you.
'Look into my eyes. what do you see'
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"How, in the name of everything sharp.." - BB
"I can't even begin to explain that.." - L
"Did someone say Tetris?" - Matt
"Who the hell died and made you boss?" - Mello
"I think there's something wrong with the Wammy Kids." - Near
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