|Sometimes our greatest fears make the best pictures.|
Funeral for LullabyRock-a-bye baby, under a rockFuneral for Lullaby by Felixavier
Hidden away from old Father Clock
When the ground breaks, the baby will cry
An arm for an arm and an eye for an eye
So shear all your sheep and say your goodbyes
With bitter repugnance and little white lies
We're going to grandma's to sell her our souls
And turn in our paycheck of blank porridge bowls
Now gather your bricks and your sticks and your straw
Your welcome is void and it comes to a draw
So ladies and gentlemen, don your wolf clothes
And please face the moon now in neat filed rows
The woodsman is coming with hardly a sound
And baby's still sleeping 6 feet in the ground
Where have those days goneThe mirror in your eyeWhere have those days gone by REDdzx
- says you trust me no more
The tremor in your voice
- says you love me no more
The quiver when you see me
- says you found another
The shiver when u touch me
- has left me quite smothered....
The giggles on your lips
- when i used to court you
The squiggles in your books
- when i used to love you
The redness on your cheeks
- when i used to peck you
The blossom in your eyes
- when i used to see you
where have they gone
the days you used to love me......
i feel so lonely
- sitting right here....
i feel so lonely
- while sheding this tear....
Losing Hope..Moments in time,Losing Hope.. by AaMegamisamaNo1
the chances slipping through your fingers.
Heart borne on your sleeve,
out there in the open,
but who cares.
Not the one you want to,
he doesn't give a damn,
why did you tell him?
He doesn't care,
you aren't his type,
you already knew that.
Yet still you told him,
made a fool of yourself,
why were you so stupid?
Ode to WordsOde to Words by taylor-leighyoung
Pictures never made me feel this way
Nothing can, but the words
The words have the power to break me, the words are the
Terrorizing parasite of my heart, the words
Have the power to tear me apart, glass nerve by glass nerve
The words, the words, the words.
All the words. Feel them. Go ahead.
I have only ever been at a loss
For words after reading words.
Pictures open a gate in adoring adulation, images subjected to shameless lies
But the words, oh! The words
Only the words leave me so beautifully bruised.
It hurts so much, the aching envy
To be able to manipulate the words
With such ease and concentration
Just by reading the words – they strike a chord of nothing, of blankness. But
See the words. Always
Remember what they do to you
What they taste and feel
Like in your mouth. Exquisite torture!
What murder they extricate from your soul
For the small price of speaking
And the beauty of the written word! The
Chisels never carved so Well
No painting ever rendered me speechl
I write and take pictures.
The two basic needs.
I'm in college for commerical photography.
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