

DandelionsThe dandelion heads dangled bare As if the weight of the world's wishes Had crushed them.Dandelions
And in her hair were their seeds As if saying that wishing could grow anywhere And take root in the strangest places.
I hope dreams survive this way.
Incubating in the corners of all hearts
And the direction of our feet That want to carry us towards destiny
But have no hope of getting there.
So she plucked a seed from her scarf, As it was resting inbetween the folds, Letting the wish sit quietly in her fingers And watching the wind cause ripples


EnoughAnd I was forced to use his heart To make clouds in the sky As it had reflected itself on the windows And had caused stencils to form there. So I quietly traced my lipsEnough
Against the cut-out heavens And used my tongue to colour in
All the empty spaces I had caused.
Leaving parts of myself cradling In his soft grasp As he breathed life back into me.
Then he whispered
But I couldn't make out his words
Over the riot my pulse had become.
So I just smiled - And it seemed to be enough.


WakeAs the sun rises, Biting chunks out of rooftops, Being cradled by the sky - And daring those brave enoughWake
To escape the clutches Of the twisted sheets that lie in dissarray. They are moulded to our forms, Imprints of softly sleeping. They are safe and pleased to simply rest - Skin on thread That threatens to unravel. As my eyes are groped
By light that catches every crack And steals away sleep - I am still close to you.
Our bodies lay like injured soldiers,
Ripped with exhaustion, Who have fallen where they may.
Those casualities o


The Room: Chapter 1This isn't a story about heartbreak. It's a story about life. And often enough the two, unfortunately, go hand in hand. This may upset you. So before I begin I apologize for any side effects that the following may bring: joy, sadness, tears, laughter. But it's a story that must be told besides your own personal feelings and my own. I say this as I have always felt the written word is a ripple, an over-lapping progression that has the remarkable ability to temporarily alter the expression of surroundings or stimulate society into action, or in this case - simply tell a tale untold. But I'm just the narrator, therefore no blame can be set on meThe Room: Chapter 1
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... La vita è fatta di priorità...
[my gallery] [my prints] [my journals]
Hope it all works ^^
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Hope to see you there!
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"But my heart it don't beat. It don't beat the way it used to."
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Regards, Roxy
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This is for life.
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now since you watched me...you should also watch ~thewho78 and ~astigingboyipis
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