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Under the arms of distant hurricanes
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Shhhh'sh. Hide. Issss Halloween
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The trees The evergreens
Stoic-fateful trees Like stoic-fateful evergreens They bristle With cold steel needles They bristle 'cross my bare skin to leave behind chill thoughts of animosity And if for not for shrill sounds of broken snowflakes sifting through branches like fragile shards shattered glass I would have never noticed that deep cut-throat warning that the ghosts howl from stretching trees that reach that cre-ak with sounds of craning at me A Forrest It seems Fully alive But cold So cold And haunting Dead voices      From Haunting places That hiss of death's cruel superficial permanence That's why            There stands                  
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For Her
Crape Myrtle petals paint the air A violent violet of something rare And sounding Cicadas litter the sky While soft nostalgic lightning rumbles by So the life we left behind Remember the garden in the rain Those soaked penitent petals Buds of the past that never grew to blossom We planted them together Your favorite and mine On borrowed ground Sacred Earth Places where tiny Arachnids string thin musical line Where aspirations of green June Beetles are to celebrate their Creator Where the trees tower to bring down His glory Where the approaching storm keeps it's urgent rhythm And the tiny spiders, like a lire, pluck the thin me
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My Friend: The Earth Wobbles
My friend; The Earth Wobbles It dances a dizzy ellips with unbridled enthusiasm We're all feeling a little tipsy We were slung past Mercury and sling-shot by Mars And startled poor Jupiter's moons We paused for a brief intermission, then scattered the comments and stars We shaved by Saturn's rings and disorientated Uranus' disillusion of Neptune's warm shores. We witnessed Pluto's remorse and fortunately whirled back to greet Venus with only enough time to say bye Earth is alone now, with nothing to revolve 'round With nothing to stand apart from My friend is lost And on the wrong side of the globe With something so heavy as our f
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Painted Heart
It's not in the words you sing but the music played behind them Can't be found in the things you see, but in the colors of your eyes Never taken, but given with reverent reimbursement Won't be felt in the soft tracing of your fingers, but in the thin red threads that we weave between ourselves You will not unravel it's mysteries on a chalkboard, but with paper's frail pen can one give evidence It does not glitter like shimmering gold or silver but buried with the treasures of pirates It cannot be bought but by the perfect substitute through innocent surrender to death For while we were still sinners, Christ died for us The death of Go
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Born to Race
I saw a ghost A cold serenate Keeping watch through swath of night And the incandescent shadows I follow discreetly across thin dry dunes And ancient linen trade routes Cross a wayfarer to trace in Farsi dreidels And solemn stone silhouettes 'Till morning light hides nights dangerous beauty And for those new to chase My soul forever born to race  
Duel of the Teapots
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Peyton and Sony's Halloween
Today was going to be great! I was so excited, I almost couldn’t sleep. So, I decided to write. Here goes.      Dear Diary. Today is going to be awesome for two reasons. One, because it’s Halloween. Duh! And two, because today is also the day that Sony turns twenty! He has gotten so big since the day he found me. Hard to believe he was only about two feet long; all covered in pink paint and riddled with permanent marker doodles. He still won’t tell me why. But I can’t imagine that it was anything pleasant. Maybe I’ll write a little bit more later. But right now, I’m hungry. Peyton slid his palm sized wr
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Hemispheres
Hemispheres Everyone of us To each his own I am not accountable for you Neither you, I If I had known love I would have shown it I would have pulled you off that dark oak's rope But I can't feel anything anymore No one consoles me My lungs are searing And the thought of you pulls taught my mind My heart, now cold, lost pace years ago Your face, through that black sack, vague and vacant Rendered a sole elaborately hollow You pitiful spirit I never knew love No consolation for the dead My heart stopped cold And that searing taught cord   You pitiful thing I can't feel anything anymore Inside this familiar black sack
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Under the arms of distant hurricanes
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Shhhh'sh. Hide. Issss Halloween
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The trees The evergreens
Stoic-fateful trees Like stoic-fateful evergreens They bristle With cold steel needles They bristle 'cross my bare skin to leave behind chill thoughts of animosity And if for not for shrill sounds of broken snowflakes sifting through branches like fragile shards shattered glass I would have never noticed that deep cut-throat warning that the ghosts howl from stretching trees that reach that cre-ak with sounds of craning at me A Forrest It seems Fully alive But cold So cold And haunting Dead voices      From Haunting places That hiss of death's cruel superficial permanence That's why            There stands                  
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For Her
Crape Myrtle petals paint the air A violent violet of something rare And sounding Cicadas litter the sky While soft nostalgic lightning rumbles by So the life we left behind Remember the garden in the rain Those soaked penitent petals Buds of the past that never grew to blossom We planted them together Your favorite and mine On borrowed ground Sacred Earth Places where tiny Arachnids string thin musical line Where aspirations of green June Beetles are to celebrate their Creator Where the trees tower to bring down His glory Where the approaching storm keeps it's urgent rhythm And the tiny spiders, like a lire, pluck the thin me
M
My Friend: The Earth Wobbles
My friend; The Earth Wobbles It dances a dizzy ellips with unbridled enthusiasm We're all feeling a little tipsy We were slung past Mercury and sling-shot by Mars And startled poor Jupiter's moons We paused for a brief intermission, then scattered the comments and stars We shaved by Saturn's rings and disorientated Uranus' disillusion of Neptune's warm shores. We witnessed Pluto's remorse and fortunately whirled back to greet Venus with only enough time to say bye Earth is alone now, with nothing to revolve 'round With nothing to stand apart from My friend is lost And on the wrong side of the globe With something so heavy as our f
P
Painted Heart
It's not in the words you sing but the music played behind them Can't be found in the things you see, but in the colors of your eyes Never taken, but given with reverent reimbursement Won't be felt in the soft tracing of your fingers, but in the thin red threads that we weave between ourselves You will not unravel it's mysteries on a chalkboard, but with paper's frail pen can one give evidence It does not glitter like shimmering gold or silver but buried with the treasures of pirates It cannot be bought but by the perfect substitute through innocent surrender to death For while we were still sinners, Christ died for us The death of Go
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Born to Race
I saw a ghost A cold serenate Keeping watch through swath of night And the incandescent shadows I follow discreetly across thin dry dunes And ancient linen trade routes Cross a wayfarer to trace in Farsi dreidels And solemn stone silhouettes 'Till morning light hides nights dangerous beauty And for those new to chase My soul forever born to race  
Duel of the Teapots
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1
P
Peyton and Sony's Halloween
Today was going to be great! I was so excited, I almost couldn’t sleep. So, I decided to write. Here goes.      Dear Diary. Today is going to be awesome for two reasons. One, because it’s Halloween. Duh! And two, because today is also the day that Sony turns twenty! He has gotten so big since the day he found me. Hard to believe he was only about two feet long; all covered in pink paint and riddled with permanent marker doodles. He still won’t tell me why. But I can’t imagine that it was anything pleasant. Maybe I’ll write a little bit more later. But right now, I’m hungry. Peyton slid his palm sized wr
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Hemispheres
Hemispheres Everyone of us To each his own I am not accountable for you Neither you, I If I had known love I would have shown it I would have pulled you off that dark oak's rope But I can't feel anything anymore No one consoles me My lungs are searing And the thought of you pulls taught my mind My heart, now cold, lost pace years ago Your face, through that black sack, vague and vacant Rendered a sole elaborately hollow You pitiful spirit I never knew love No consolation for the dead My heart stopped cold And that searing taught cord   You pitiful thing I can't feel anything anymore Inside this familiar black sack
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ArwynRie|Hobbyist Writer
I appreciate the watch:)
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Don’t mention it! You earned it! Thank you for reciprocating! I really appreciate your stylistic appreciation of honesty. You really make it all your own!
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ArwynRie|Hobbyist Writer
:hug:
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merci pour les favs :)
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You're welcome. You earned it!
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Koru-Xypress|Professional Digital Artist
Thank you for watching. :ahoy:
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You're so welcome! Yeah, I saw your art, then I started looking through your gallery and got excited cuz I found another Christian.
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