When Will I Dream Again?The World watches in disbelifeWhen Will I Dream Again?
As a giant falls to her knees. Slain not by bullets or terror Fell at the sword tip of nature fury.
Broken dreams, empty hearts drift beside the bodies Of the young, the old, the poor, the rich...the many. Where are our fearless leaders now? Where are our devoted protectors when we need them the most?
The silent cries of the dead. The wails of the hungry.
The groans of the dying. The sorrows of the desperate. Where is my mama? Where is my papa?
Tears of the sypmathizers. Tears of the victims.
Tears of the dead.
The PortraitI watched as the nameless man walked away again. The nameless man who came here everyday to stand at the exact same spot, five tiles from the wall three from the right and two from the left leaving him directly in the center of my portrait. He first appeared in the winter, when I could see the snow drifting pass the plane glass windows that were staged in front of me. He seemed no different from the other people who have come to see me. At least he didn’t until you looked into his eyes. Usually when people come to see me their eyes are filled with wonderment or criticism. But his eyes seemed to hint at a deep sorrow nobly endured. It seemed tThe Portrait
Little Left Over GirlLittle left over girlLittle Left Over Girl
With hair of dust And eyes of rusted shine I could not have the girl with the golden curls And the shimmering evergreen eyes So can I have you instead Little left over girl?
Little left over girl
With a heart as bitter as aged vines And a spirti weak as a butterfly's wing I could not have the girl with a heart strong as the moutains And a spirit livly as the wind So cna I have you instead Little left over girl?
Simple little left over girl
With the beauty of a broken music box I could not love my girl with the
Melding of MindsMohawk dude 7 [2:02 AM]: here sitting with light of the monitor lighting up my face Mohawk dude 7 [2:04 AM]: and you ShyWill0w26 [2:05 AM]: sitting here in utter darkness and silence cept for the keys typing with a figety chihuau on my lap ^-^Melding of Minds
Mohawk dude 7 [2:07 AM]: both with life and both sit in darkness yet both have their hearts full of light ShyWill0w26 [2:09 AM]: Two serperate souls dream of a better tomorrow while they
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Take a look to my gallery, thanks
Mon site sur le henné, my henna website : [link]
I recognized that, although I have over 1500 watchers, my deviations are viewed about 500 times.
That means a lot of my watchers aren't looking at my stuff anymore.
If you read this, please reply to it so I know who to remove from my friends/watchlist and who not.
You also count as an "active watcher" if you're just stalking me (only looking, not commenting/faving).
If I don't get a response to this comment within 5 days I'll remove you from my watchlist, knowing either your account is inactive or you just lost interest in me.
Thank you for your time
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The greatest tragedy of life is not that men perish, but that they cease to love.
~ by W. Somerset Maugham ~
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The greatest tragedy of life is not that men perish, but that they cease to love.
~ by W. Somerset Maugham ~
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