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(blank space where you didn't sign your name)
words in motion - waterfall
this is where i write my clever phrase
pray for the persicuted
-anyone but me
God is love.
Love is real.
God is real. everything adds up.
the blind can see.
(possibly) the most painful thing
that i have ever heard was that i am your demise.
i don't want to be anyone's demise.
if you want to take it back - take me back- do as you please.
love is the giving up of will and want.
silence- repose by repetitionrepetition, literature
Literature
silence- repose
split into
what some might consider half.
draw me inside of you.
extract this poetic justice; justify.
i am justified.
i no longer need to explain myself((out of a box)).
justification - sanctification.
silence is when you move - repose.
smeared mascara by repetitionrepetition, literature
Literature
smeared mascara
The scene:
It was my house. It was a party. It was late, early even. We were standing in a hallway- bedroom door, bedroom door, bedroom door, bathroom. The background was all loud music, cups, half-empty bottles, trash, wet carpet, people.
"He's clean now you know. Told me he hasn't touched a joint, a bottle, a pipe - anything- in over a month."
She's all eyes. They are sincere and big, brown, believing. Her mascara is perfect. "He said he was doing it for me. He promised he would keep it up. He's cleaning up, getting his act together- all for me."
I look at those eyes and I say to them, "Shut up. Stop talking." Because I know. I know th
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currently untitiled
"Let me in! Let me in!"_ a voice it calls in vain.
wasted words seem beautiful when spoken in urgency.
but behind this veil of doubt i feel you rising in my chest;
stronger than you ever were before, stronger than any breath i took before.
_we can use so many words and make so many promises
but when we've done it,
what good have we done?
it's our actions that uncover our faith.
we rely too much on words we say ourselves._
comfort is attainable in the simplest forms
and healing can follow if you let it.
sometimes it's the easiest things that make for the worst intentions.
_i've uttered lies before but i've refrained from passi
let us dance in time again to this two-stepped way of life
as the fox trot turns into a waltz adjust the spotlight on someone new.
the movements familiar, the glides all in place
mechanical to the point of a lullaby.
changing partners with each turn,
the feeling of a shadow created by a single flame.
the clock strikes its hour but goes unheard.
this evening is well on its way.
feelings of incompetence,
some form of brutality,
are pivotal to a meaningful existance.
what good is white lettering if not against a dark backdrop?
all things meaningless are gauged in blackness,
the light proceeds the beauty of truth and love beyond
self
well, i'm pretty new to this artistic community but i'm looking forward to getting more involved. its awesome that there's a place where artists can share their work. there are sososososo many awesome artists and the work is so diverse. i love it! its so inspirational. i hope that i can come up with some good stuff to add to the site and maybe even provide a little bit of insipration myself. this is great.