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And then I saw your face. |
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And then I saw your face. |
summertime.i've realized i miss you most in the summer. when we were together, we belonged to the cold; trees would lose their leaves, winter winds would blow, but the summer was ours. it was a time when we could leave essays and exams behind and start dreaming. a time for stargazing and raindancing and treeclimbing. for the wild. for us.summertime. by =jonathoncomfortreed
i feel so out of place. in the light of a bonfire or the wind of a highway, i find myself thinking: you would have loved this. and i get lost in memories of running through a subway station, reaching for lights across the dark ocean or swinging by a lake and dangling our feet in the stars.
this has always been a seas
     With a camera in my hands; I love photography, and I always have. I strive to capture that "moment" and keep it forever. And a pen behind my ear; I'm a writer, focusing on short stories and poetry; I love to convey emotion with words. A laptop in my bag; I do a lot of experimentation with digital art and other technology. I like to learn new things. And imagination in my heart. Artistic expression comes to me like breathing. I couldn't live without it. |
Art means a lot more to me than people think. It's that reminder that there's something more. Something worth living for. Something worth dreaming about. There's only us. |
Shadow and RadianceOn the west side of EdenShadow and Radiance by ~ProvenParadox
There is nothing but seven graves;
And in the dust, I hear voices chanting
But no bells ring.
Say it:
O for the radiance of a thousand suns
O I am become death, destroyer of worlds
O O O O
Until the rotting teeth
Fall from Golgotha's empty mouth
And tree's grow in the sockets,
Where pleading eyes
Used to be;
No one will know peace.
I used to bask in
The misty sunset's glow.
But now, even Valhalla's feasts
Seem quiet and empty.
I wonder if I'll ever
Get them right.
No wonder.
No wonder.
No wonder.
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
| I (sometimes) have fleeting moments of artistic- ness.  “He’s lonely, just another dreamer-boy with his head in the clouds. For a boy who would never be loved, he had so much love in him.”  > I’m a dreamer. I’m a prince. Welcome to my life. |
 ^ My twin. Half of my heart. [~WanderingHere] ^ This is a reminiscence of playing Super Mario World with my big brother.  [~ProvenParadox] |
 ^ Deal with it. ;] |
~WanderingHere and ~ProvenParadox
Offering critiques — — for anyone needing constructive feedback on their artwork. I love to help out any artists in need of advice and ideas, so here is your chance! Just ask.   Send a note or just leave a comment on my profile! |
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