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THE SHARING PROJECT FEATURE #2

Welcome to the second edition of TheSharingProject's series of features! Sharing amazing artworks with YOU! Join the fun and go give some !

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PHOTOGRAPHY

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DIGITAL MEDIA

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TRADITIONAL MEDIA

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LITERATURE

The Perfect PlaceSitting here with you Knowing what we knowThere's nothing left to say I never want to leaveBeing here with you Finding ways to showThis is the way It’s meant to beAn endless dream A perfect place to be When you're near You set me free When I'm with you Nowhere I'd rather be Because it's the perfect place for meSitting here alone Knowing you're not thereThere's so much left to say If only I had seenNeed you by my side Wishing we were thereI think I've lost my way The way we use to beOur endless dream Our perfect place to be I'm there with you You're here with me Our endless dream Perfection,  don't you see? Right here, the perfect place wit...:thumb644645325: I once was a galaxy~ A PoemI once was a galaxy,  But then I fell from the sky,  I landed on the ground,  And I tried not to cry Everybody laughed,  When they saw me they would scream,  They said I was an alien,  And a girl caught in her dreamsA few Fridays later,  There were no stars in my hair,  There were no nebulas in my eyes,  But I couldn't really care But one fateful day,  Someone saw through my lies,  They saw me through a telescope,  Suddenly galaxies were in my eyes From that day forward,  I never gave in, I would reach for the stars,  And be the best galaxy I've ever been sleepy sparrow, sing                        sleepy sparrow,                                                  take wing: a squawk, a hop, and a blip from the starting point of your lifeblue skies wait for no bird stuck in the midst of preening;no, no, listen: the clouds taunt you soft and sure of themselves, hard and harsh in their ideas of youlet them warble what they may, pay dipping beaks no mindlet go the bough of fear, sparrow sweetunlace the vines that bindand soar                      and swoop                                              and sing Mother-of-PearlThere is a sea within me Oh, shore to shore there’s always more of me than I can see. It’s a shame to be this way; we’re all the same none to blame So, see the sea,  it’s on me. Sit me with, Elastic Wings, I’ll sing you songs, I’ll bring you things Sit with me upon the sea We can’t fly, we will get by. It’s a shame (so they say) to be this way;  we’re all the same on another day So, see the sea  and be with me. Sit with me, Elastic Wings,  your heart is filled with brittle things. Sit with me within the sea We can’t fly, we will get by.
felling family trees.Autumn tastes like his name across the syrup of my tongue, his eyes held in the curl of every fallen maple leaf. He told me he had grown up as a lumberjack in a family of carpenters, born to fell his own family tree. It happened when he was sixteen, woke up one day with the axe in his hand, pine heart warped by snow-melt, eyes that couldn’t cry. He knew what he had to do.His parents, father just a voice on the phone, mother a collection of frayed nerves, a creature of routine and neglect, four brothers of varying heights fashioning crooked branches into something beautiful, something vulnerable, easily eroded. And him, the lumberjack in a ...:thumb645598230::thumb645595794: Dear PoetsWe understand. W e get it. Things are like other Things. Must you go on about her eyes like a storm and her hands like home, and love as some organic thing, growing in a garden, hidden under dirt?    Flowers are lovely,     but they soften and rot. Don’t give me that. And don’t you dare pretend.Sometimes a sky is a sky, and breasts aren’t valleys, just breasts. Your sonnets paint the world in a marriage of divorces, in  likes and as and norths pointing south; but my lips aren’t honey, and my eyes aren’t storms, and my breasts aren’t valleys and the only home I find     is in bags beneath my eyes and     two lethal doses of Be... Sing her to SleepThe basement was the only part of the house I hadn't explored yet. The unpacking took a week, our last minute decision to paint a few walls took forever , it was a solid month before I had any free time at all to enjoy our new home. The house was on six acres of land- some fields, some forest and I had been out most of the morning walking around the property with my dog Lila. We were out in the country, only few houses nearby and it was much quieter than I was used to, and I loved that. I made a cup of tea and headed for basement, curious about what I'd find down there, if anything. The light was dim, the air stale and there were a few bo...

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