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birdcage
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- Last Record: 2012-08-19 11:28:40 -0700
- Joined: Jul 03, 2011
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This will take some time ;)
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as the starfish tickle our toes, our love grows, and gives way to the sea holding hands, the sands warm our feet, a slight blush washes upon my cheek we were ... |
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The sans-serif font turned down the pixel font's offer of a drink without the slightest hesitation. "I know your type," she sniffed. |
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While little kids pray there are no monsters beneath their bed, Do little monsters hope there are no kids above their head? |
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When she cut her flowing hair flowers fell down,
And they bloomed even before they hit the ground.
-V
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The window thought, "I wish just once people would look at me, not through me..." -V |
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Under this umbrella I do an A Cappella and when it pours this song is always yours.
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Whenever I enter a dark room, my shadow doesn't follow me.
I think it's afraid.. |
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Death reads fairy tales to kids who can’t sleep,
For he loves the sound of their laughter,
It’s also the only time he can offer endings,
That are happily-ever-after.
I thought this might make a really great chorus to a song, or else a tiny story.
(I picture it repeated with long gaps between lines, so the meaning changes each time more is added to the phrase — starting negative, moving to ambivalent, getting nearly nihilistic, but then ending with the hint of redemption. (e.g. "I'm tired." I'm tired of being tired." I'm tired of being tired of being tired." "I'm tired of being tired of being tired of being."))
Someday I'll see the World.
Until then...
I'll wait for someone to untie me.
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This morning, near my fireplace, I found a hat and scarf in a puddle of water I think my snowman committed suicide.... |
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this
overwhelming desire
to be close to you
directly conflicts
with my intense fear
of people.
"Her heart was lighter in the shine of the stars. She released the balloon into the darkness, from whence it came".
That is my line up above but feel free to add your own or help me make this picture better! I drew this with colored pencils and I had no idea what I was doing because I usually paint, actually. I am forced to abandon painting for the time being. Eventually, I will do some paintings when I can and post those too. But I think it turned out ok ...
Story behind the picture I drew: Yesterday, someone told me to not "get my hopes up". I am sick of hearing this from people. My Doctor told me the same thing just last week. Just not in those exact words ... Well, I am not faulting him because he was telling the truth. But someone told me not to get my hopes up on my dreams. And that is just a no no ... This is my response to all those nay sayers out there.
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Whenever their song began to play, Their wrinkles vanished, they lost the grey. An unacknowledged truth, it seems: Radios are time-machines. ... |
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Damn, this took me much longer than I though it would. I apologize for my poor English. I'm already working on a colored version, but if anyone wants to give it a try, please do!
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From space she could see everything and touch nothing. |
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there are plenty of fish in the deep blue sea but i just wish one of them would love me |
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Much as the dragon enjoyed watching a beautiful sunrise, he was happiest whenever he witnessed a knightfall...
heehee ;D |
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He wanted to fall asleep So he dreamt he was next to a ledge |
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the cactus and balloon fell in love and couldn't stop. but when they kissed, an unfortunate miss, ended their love with a pop.
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the worms were stunned
when the top popped open.
"we're free at last!" shouted one of them
as they hesitantly left the can.
I was so captivated with cacheth's illustration lieber Mond that I went with my hunch and decided to upload this.
She crafts the moon and stars from locks of her hair.
-Tiny Story by DianeFT
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Somewhere, in the middle of all this, is you and me. |
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(based on CmrGlc's Monsters Cover)
Sometimes in my periphery, the city looks like a cerberus waiting to devour those who dare enter.... |
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I came back from work, do you know what I found Death lying on my couch, lazing around He had unbuckled his pants and kicked off his shoes He told me to go an... |
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"We're out of cream." |
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For the third day,
She awoke at 1:08.
At this time on Sunday,
Her true love passed away…
-V
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After the bedtime stories have been read She kisses the stars and tucks them into bed....
For wirrow's " on the moon" illustration.... |
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I love getting up with the Sun. Every morning we get a few minutes together alone when he tells stories only to me.
(I imagine it with someone sitting on a bed... |
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She kisses all the stars,
Before they align,
The smudge of her lip gloss,
Making them shine.
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Her secret was that every night, just as the moon rose, she went out to the star tree and danced. She never felt alone as the grass was her stage and the stars were her audience. |
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I once tried getting high on life. I switched back to marijuana. |
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Being identical was such a bitch People could never tell which witch was which.. |
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today mother nature must have been redecorating |
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Don't put it on, Let it out. People don't change, They just reveal. |
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Within its pages, the forest of question marks grew and grew. |
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Once, upon a balloon, a girl sailed to the moon. But once she got there, she was unaware, that she would wake up soon. |
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she forgot about her dream and it came true. --- her dream came true after she said goodbye ... |
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I had to clear out the old skeletons from my closet to make place for the new bodies
;D |
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He tried to understand what the artist wanted to say Not realising that the painting had been taken away |
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