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Shelter i come home
to a history museum.
this is not a home.
this is a place where
fog is whipped from windows
as the sea crashes in and
black and white photographs
tell
the tragedies of the world.
i'm wearing stolen scarfs and
disbanded shoes.

there is sand between my toes.
there is sand between my toes.

you were wearing flip flops
and blue and
sepia brown eyes
discarded me.
they used to look at me
with these wrinkles in your
gentle face
'i have seen you
naked'
they said.

there is sand between my toes.
there is sand between my toes.

and you have,
seen me naked.

just two minutes apart
and still an ocean
of beliefs and m
Letters to myself, part IV - Wayfaring -i.
i drew a picture
on my wall
today.
i drew a picture
of the way you could look at me.

i drew a picture
on my floor
yesterday.
i drew a picture
of the way you could smile at me.

i drew a picture
on my bed
last night.
i drew a picture
of the way you could love
my curves.

-ii.
these were the thoughts you never gave to me.
these were the moments that we shared alone.
these were the scars that you gave me
when you were not around.

-iii.
i can still remember
how you would hold your hand
quietly resting
your index finger
not fully bend.

i never quite understood why
perhaps it was just for importance
or perhaps you ha
Letters to myself, part III - Skeleton she had slender feet and crooked toes.

she cut her toenails too short – too close to the core where flesh met bone and where veins were mapped in sweet chivalry. the skin was dusty and stapled, improperly held together - just like everything else in her life – but she would move swiftly and running. there was a scar on the right side of her extremity; darker of colour with rugged edges and retraceable lines.

the bone was bended in shame and rejection, the force of gravity slowly pulling it down until they dug in the earth. disfigured and dismembered, shoes would not fit – not even when hot leather is carefully wrapped around
Alive you lay still and
contemplating
watching cardboard boxes
turn into paper birds
and sinking boats.
slowly
fall down and
you think
you're alive.

there are postcards
missing
in this
story
and his kisses
tickle your back.
those days are
losing their reminiscence
of quiet summer
days
and careful
winter strokes.

billowing underneath the
weight of
thoughts and
barefoot memories
there you lay with
ginger hair and
freckles
dashed over your
clavicles.

hold on to
your words of poetry.

you wondered what
would
happen
if you threw your
life
on the floor
as you think
you're alive.

careful,
restlessly breath
The First of July July first. 2010.
she's gathering bits and unsorted pieces of her life, trying aimlessly and effortlessly to tape it all back together. she had hoped that someone could have told her to halt her futile attempts. where were you?

July first. 2007.
it was the first time she saw you. the first time she had been blessed with lying her eyes on your delicate face, your scent a memory of autumn and peaches. she commits to you instantly – in a heartbeat, and knows that you're the spinal cord. she will never let go.

and so forth, she reclaims distinctive territory from behind black eyelashes and stolen photographs. she hides behind ignorance,
Backwards pathology 01.00
my hands dug down, deeper, deeper, deeper, until i found a hole in the earth. would i have fallen down, i would have made it into the heart of the earth. birds were silenced by a blinding darkness, whereas red and blue wolves (their eyes lit like little orbs) chased their tails in search of the moon. black leather was boldly formed around my hands – leave no trace, leave no trace. i dug – down – deeper, deeper, deeper.

darling.

24.00
the fire was hot and bewildered, stretched around like arms that once again found a lover's embrace. slick fingers traced the cracks in his skin, smoothly – a tongue running up and d

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PSD of Kirsten Dunst, called 'Life is Wonderful'. I really, really like this style. It looks simple, but I love how much work there is behind it. :D
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Mood: Joy ~MedGFX May 15, 2012
nice work :D lol
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~cyanby Aug 6, 2011
I love this light~
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~PassionsInsanity Aug 6, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks!

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we all have different faces, never forget your own.


"can we leave this madness for a madness better suited."
- fossilfuels
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Mood: Joy ~MrMoHaaMeD May 24, 2011
nice
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~PassionsInsanity Jul 27, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks. :)

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we all have different faces, never forget your own.


"can we leave this madness for a madness better suited."
- fossilfuels
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~Ce8 Nov 7, 2010
THANKS ALOT

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+C8 Says: La LOc8ra es un Arte ;D
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~PassionsInsanity Nov 19, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
Welcome!

--
we all have different faces, never forget your own.


"can we leave this madness for a madness better suited."
- fossilfuels
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Mood: Love ~gothicgals Apr 6, 2010
i love ur PSD, saves<33 thanks so much for being wonderful

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evanescence and within temptation rocks
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~PassionsInsanity Apr 6, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you and you're so welcome! :)

--
we all have different faces, never forget your own.


"can we leave this madness for a madness better suited."
- fossilfuels
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~JackyRamone Mar 8, 2010  Student Photographer
oh this image is wonderful! that haze of colour surrounding the photograph gives an interesting sense of depth, and the combination of images themselves are certainly rather pleasant

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"It's not how a photographer looks at the world that is important. It's their intimate relationship with it." — Antoine D'Agata
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