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My Memory of Z.H. by knows-flower, literature

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My Memory of Z.H.

Human touch treasured, Every point of my body contacted his Filling me with all encompassing warmth. You’re mine, his body said Hugging me like There was nothing else In the world to cling onto, Like there was no one else, Pulling me into depths Of his chest—his heart; Strong, guitar strumming Arms wrapping 'round, They said, lean on me I am your solid support, Your sturdiness, Your steadfast strength, Hold on, Just hold on To me.Silhouettes complementing, Positive curves, negative curves filled Like mosaic pieces fitting into place, Like gears that turn and tumble till Pins lock into place, So shall two bodies meet. At every point of touc...

Winter into Spring by knows-flower, literature

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Winter into Spring

Tree branches hailing hellos, Winds whispering back in gentle breaths Exchange softly spoken secrets. Rushing in earnestness, Sudden cold air gusts-- A gasp of gossip. Leaning into the wind, Trees sway like grannies in rocking chairs Telling stories of old to their progeny, Seeds waiting to spread wide As early flowers flutter down Gliding, riding waves Of wind currents flowing forth, Landing gently in sweet repose.

winter into spring ii by knows-flower, literature

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winter into spring ii

fragrant scent floats, jasmine blossoms ready: spring is near, spring is here, it says. but who needs warmth of spring when lovers can snuggle, can cuddle in long dark winter nights, body as natural God made heaters?frolicking spring rejuvenates energy lost in hibernation. smell the flowers, let your eyes feast on the celebration of colour erupting; open your eyes for loving gaze is inches away ready to embrace you, to fill you up. exchanging gases, breaths intertwined, love as pure dewdrop formed under a starry night.

quick like heart beats by knows-flower, literature

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quick like heart beats

my hair, measures time passing. when did it get so long? where have the hours gone? but spent in reflection of a one who consumes all areas of daily life in thoughts as minutes tick away in study.my hair, measures trespassing of months, films measure weeks slipping by, dinners shared in company measure passing of days, two pairs meeting in gaze measure progress of hours, heart beats measure the rhythm of minutes. what will become of this? innocent. how will things change? unknowing. what will future bring? me weary-- at friendship floating by.

an attempted duet by knows-flower, literature

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an attempted duet

golden champagne eyes gaze crystal clear across facing opposite, warmth fizzles through and through, veins with life surging spreading giggles of joy from the tippy toes up to the light-headed cranium, gaze saying, you’re mine, eyes, lips, noses hugging, scents infused, silhouettes mingling, where one shadow ends and the other begins, unknownfingertips soft at meeting confidence in contact bringing chance best of all, opportunity to know, to grow, in each other positive pressure, holding power to release fear, tension, power held in check, power to protect when bonds threatened as hell bursts forth but bonds, greater than triple bonds, cov...

to a better place by knows-flower, literature

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to a better place

don’t ask me how i knew, but it was my time to go. farewell. goodbye. sorrow ceases. i go to welcome joy, escape to the greenest of fields of the widest space, to the closest one i can be with in ultimate reality, forever envisioned following hints of reality beyond our reality. if this current world is a dream, death is awakening from this dream.i leave the blue sky to you, please keep it blue, with billowing white clouds greeting the sun after a grey, gloomy, dark storm passed, already forgotten.(i know) i am already forgotten like yesterday’s news you won’t miss me, i am gone, already pushed aside, left behind, forgotten.i don’t want to...

no complacency by knows-flower, literature

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no complacency

Familiar Became exotic Seen in new light, But fire dies. Must die out of it To be Self-reliant, mature; Great pain to humanize.Our paths slipping Like water draining free From a colander Separating from Memories, painful, Left behind, But not so easy To erase memories, Coy resentment; Like trying to walk through Quick sand, a losing battle Foot lost, rest soon to follow. Why continue? How do you continue When all is lost? You cannot book Ahead path to bliss.Looking out across Tranquil sea, It covered, Waters washing over A sunken ship Broken, torn apart, Lost in a storm, Forgotten, Never missed As the waters resettle Over, erasing, wiping;...

loneliness, forgotten by knows-flower, literature

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loneliness, forgotten

be calm stormy seas that sends winds glancing off trees tossed, thrown like a birdie between two racketsbe at peace be at rest calm the raging desires of my heart passion to never be met, empty cooled by the stormy winds blown away by the tempest of another’s desire wish but to wish is not enough for hours tick away in the gloom of a rainy day chill of each sky’s tear falling with gravity as my heart fails fail to be lifted up faltering at the sight of unfulfilled longing o heart where are you deep down in my depths i search in vain will there never be one never be one for me to be lifted soaring as a kite on a perfectly hard blue cloudles...

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My Memory of Z.H. by knows-flower, literature

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My Memory of Z.H.

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About knows-flower

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knows-flower

Jun 16, 2006

hullo!

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one-year anniversary on deviantart just passed! yipeee.and i am finally done with college! :D

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knows-flower

Apr 26, 2006

myheripart

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.hello june 28--back so soon? your journey must have left you without answer. someday, someday.

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knows-flower

Apr 25, 2006

Slow Down

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often i find that my peers and i are too eager to grow up. why is that? why can't we wait for the rest of our lives to begin? are we truly ready? do we really not like living in the present so much that we want to leap forward? but who promises that the future will be so blissful; maybe we think that there will be less to worry about, or are we impatient to see how our lives will turn out? i am certainly eager to see how my life will turn out: what will my profession be, who will i marry and when, will i fulfill one of my dreams of being a mother. . . but one thing that i shouldn't forget is not to take the present for granted--the relatio...

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PhilosophyLeeds

Jan 3, 2012

Dear Knows-Flower,

I'm writing to you on behalf of Leeds University Philosophical Society.

Bi-annually we produce an academic philosophy journal; we mainly focus on publishing contemporary work in analytic metaphysics, language and logic.

Currently, we're working on compiling our Winter edition and are looking for a cover image. Personally, I think your image - 'Flying Books' - would be perfect for the cover of the upcoming journal. I must ask if it would be possible for us to use it?

Thank you,
Alexander