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Emo in ModerationI am here to watch the sunset, but see only the rising moon. I am here to write my own melodies, but transcribe only the dissonance of the spheres.Emo in Moderation
I thought that stargazer lilies grew together, in bunches of family, friends and entwined with the Other, a garden of living fragrance
by ~elationcreation
Saplings on a MountainsideIf ever wild sunflowers, by a country roadside, bow to the eastern light, then I.Saplings on a Mountainside
If ever a smiling sleep after contemplation, morbid in post-modern twilight, then you, my friends.
If ever youngling green maples spring from the cliff face, diving into the void, then we, saplings, yearn for rocky freedom to grow.
The mountainside is yet unyielding. Traditions of shame and crooked institutions Vegetate, the algae clogs and molds any youthful sprouting.
Our mountain suffocates, sweltering in the opulence of few
by ~elationcreation
Driving to DelawareDriving to Delaware (with a pocket of pencils)Driving to Delaware
I. I drove all night and it was worth it, sure, it worth was it so I was driving all night to get here and now I’m happy, of course what a silly question, I am happyhere because this is what happy looks like, sounds like, if you knowit clap your hands
and
by ~elationcreation
Singing and DreamingI walk along the cold and crunchy street In ice and snow and softly falling light To dream a pulse and sing the beat.Singing and Dreaming
They tread through snowy footprints on concrete. Politely they ignore each other’s sight. I walk along the cold and crunchy street.
With no more guide than wind and sun and feet I wonder at the sky that’s feigning bright To dream a pulse and sing the beat.
The homeless man walks on with his defeat His every breath, his every step a fight. I walk along the cold and crunchy street.
Discerning truth in every Self I meet,
by ~elationcreation
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Who Am I?I amWho Am I?
daughter, sister, niece, grandchild, girlfriend part of a family network part of a bigger whole
but I am also me, an individual, part of a big jigsaw puzzle; but different from the other parts
a friend, a colleague, a teacher
I am
sarcastic intelligent friendly funny
I can be witchy and moody chaotic but organised creative literate
I can "see" with photographer's eyes I am split;Scottish and German; multi-lingual; slightly
by *woodfaery
Dissociative identity disorderpor: slai 28 de mayo del 2008 12:56AMDissociative identity disorder
16 de junio del 2008 7:45PM
When did self-proclaimed gods become the highest rank of musical stardom? When did the past become the very example to follow when dealing with present or future business? When did someone’s past success become someone’s present demise?
While watching the lonely and confused writer narrate the lives of singlehood, thoughts of past revolutions filled the air with climate-controlled nonsense. The renaissance
of the past
by *carismadude
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- Current Residence: Lancaster, PA
- Interests: life, sunshine, smiles, moonligt, wind, darkness and light and everything inbetween
- Favourite movie: Shakespeare in Love
- Favourite band or musician: Iron and Wine, Simon and Garfunkel, Cat Stevens, State Radio, Regina Spektor, Bob Dylan, Bob Marley
- Favourite genre of music: folk rock
- Favourite artist: Matisse, Artemisia Gentileschi, van Gough
- Favourite poet or writer: Whitman, Thomas, Plath, Keats, Elliot, Sappho, Shelley
- Favourite photographer: Carly Piersol
- Personal Quote: "And the daughters of darkness flame like Fawkes fire still"
- Tools of the Trade: just creation and elation, perhaps a hint of consternation
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