Corduroy OverallsThe feeling I got when I looked through the numerous books was indescribable. Every time I saw a familiar title an involuntary flashback would come upon me.Corduroy Overalls
There I would be, suddenly, five years young, in my grandfather’s expensive home. I would be running giddily away from the bearskin rug and away from African tribal masks displayed on the walls. I would see a glimpse of my grandfather’s tall skinny shins when I scurried by as he sat in his comfortable living room chair. He was reading some thick book about a catcher in a rye, or something like that. “Boring!” I must have thought.
I remember caring so little abo
Light Attaches to the GirlLight attaches to the girl. Through prisms of morning rain, A thousand colours she shall gain, To fill her gentle eyes.Light Attaches to the Girl
Light attaches to the girl. When the sun hits its lofty peek, As does her scarlet cheek, That may shame a thousand skies.
Light attaches to the girl. Sunset pink, the sun will fall, Behind an endless horizon’s wall, Just as sweet, her lay upon the rise
Light attaches to the girl. Cast down from the moonlit night, Her dreams accompany the stars in flight, A day of light takes its demise.
Passed OffI don’t like to write, I despise both prose and poetry. But atleast in my text, My unkind thoughts can be passed off as ability.Passed Off
I despise painting, Both colors and shapes apart. But atleast somewhere deep in this canvas, My heartless images can be passed of as art.
I hate to talk, Speech is meaningless and despising. But atleast is this thoughtless conversation, My lies can be passed off as socializing.
I hate to feel emotion, Yet in this downpour, my soul feels pain. But atleast in this painful storm,
My tears can be p
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Waiting for the call within,
the spark of sin
Ever reminiscent of the coming storm
Can you see the cosmic face
in which disorder lies?
- Dark Tranquillity
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a horse, what a beautiful creature
with great love to all,
julianne
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"what happens after age nine?
because of fear we don't trust our life,
our story, or our magic...
...keep out of your own way."
- Sabrina Ward Harrison
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