

...a marathon runawaywearing tears of scarlet on a grand ostentatious stage always running from your eyes cuts bleed light into a growing soul a marathon runaway in Dante's burning hell but no less a devil for that...a marathon runaway
enraptured by this beautiful sadness surrounded by speechless whispers and translucent alabaster forms staring at portraits of our memories memories of nightmares deprived of life
but some may live to die again find a new eternity following a mechanical mariner refuse


even the saddest things won'thas it been so long how could i have forgotten it's killing me not long noweven the saddest things won't
just one wish a wish for sleep nothing more but it's filling me where's my mind why can't i breathe
fall down and get up you'll see someday soon
i'm already dead that explains why i hadn't noticed when did it become so difficult
the trees have had their say
where's my mind has it gone with the season another hand falls a moment in reflection
there is beauty in the pain has it been so l


fragrant memoriesinside lost as the tide comes in and the waves begin to swell forever at a distance content, and yet not in the simplest of thingsfragrant memories
i never know the right questions will i always be this vague in my answers
a familiar scent pleasant indeed welcome even the smallest things remind me i want to remember that scent enough to bring me down
flooding memories distracting overwhelming loss of breath maybe i'm just tire


gorgeousin this absence can dreams really come true i want to believe it but i still have my doubtsgorgeous
kesshin not to forget not to give up one day we will all see
it's finally done or is it just beginning truly this is painful what do you see
gorgeous i miss it already but i haven't gone just lost sight of the truth
tears have been shed not just from one you don't have to look hard you will find me
maybe something is wrong questions re


morning rainmorning rainmorning rain
rain, falling dripping, pouring pounding, thrashing building to crescendo miraculous resurrection the phoenix takes flight soaring, raindrops caressing each golden feather lightening crashes, yet does not seek to harm thunder peals in homage to beauty, reborn dripping, soaring a love triumphant conquering all who seek to harm unbearable unbreakable! now at rest, the celestial ecstasy fades, yet lingers on.
&nb
firefly, 1929
73 skeletons
by ~morningrise
by `ssilence
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She says that I am the brightest little firefly in her jar
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Total Eclipse Studios
Michelle McIntyre
Im putting it on my ipod atm.
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jd
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And those whose hearts are fixed on Reality itself deserve the title of Philosophers. (Plato, Republic, 380BC )
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