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Photography In Progress2 years ago in Waterscapes
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Photography In Progress2 years ago in Invertebrates
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Why Not?Why should all poetryWhy Not?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
end with a sad thought?
Why should you frown
when adventure is what life saught?
And why should you worry for tommorrow
when it hasn't been brought?
And why shouldn't you love
when its what we're all taught?
Why should you not love yourself?
The question is simply "Why Not"?
Asian Dancers2 years ago in People
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HIGHworld flippedHIGH2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a dime
topples over and
over again
through the
galaxy racing
through the stars
and past
the moon,
kind of high.
Photography In Progress2 years ago in Street
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Photograpghy In Progress2 years ago in Waterscapes
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Photography In Progress2 years ago in Self-Portraits
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Pollack Rip Off4 months ago in Abstract
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Dusk 15 months ago in Abstract
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Escurrirse5 months ago in Abstract
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Penumbra5 months ago in Abstract
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Untitled5 months ago in Abstract
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reflection5 months ago in Abstract
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evening5 months ago in Abstract
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what question?5 months ago in Abstract
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Catharsis5 months ago in Abstract
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Escape5 months ago in Surreal
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Oil Spills1 year ago in Abstract
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SkinsBeneath the tatteredSkins1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
toiled trend,
beneath the appearance
of all skins,
quakes the core
to the question
of life,
what do we
truly sacrifice?
Whether it be
a friend
or a foe,
beneath the surface
there is a low,
the low stretches
from your heart
to the thoughts
in your soul.
Beneath the torn,
scarred skins,
we all carry
painful, low
sins,
although,
you may not
understand
the pain,
the regret and shame,
this is you,
the who,
the are.
these skins
are yours
tarnished,
torn,
split and
raw,
these skins
are yours
until you're dead
and gone.
Sta.sh
