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Could I have this dance?The action of breathing is to dance with fire.
It will burn you either way.
But still you fan it and feed it yourself as kindling and then admire the smoke.
Your blood is its dessert.
Your sweat its wine.
It grows larger as you survive.
It burns warmer as you love.
It catches faster as you evade.
And then it burns.
If you worry not to keep water, it cools and it calms.
If you hasten not to find joys, it softens and it slows.
If you care not to caress, laugh, and feel,
to hold dear, to dream, and to leap.
To attempt flight without wings.
If you care not to live, it stops and steps back.
But it burns nonetheless.
So why not just share a waltz?
HummingbirdHumming and tapping,
eyes singing and fingers snapping.
Seem's like I just can't ever hold still.
I've got this sort of permanent thrill,
An unlimited battery on a curious drill.
This planet just spins a little too slow.
'Cause I'm like the rapids equipped an infinite flow,
and my thoughts march on and on and on and grow.
My fingers twitch and oh glob, just walk past her!
And I've hoped, and whined and teared at the plaster,
My thoughts are like Rōnin, no care for a master.
"What's that mean? More caffeine!" I'm always running fast.
But sometimes there's moments placed too soon in the past,
Moment's where I'd rather the clock outlast.
And all those moments are with you.
A Lonely FortressDead,
Matte eyes kept blank; void.
Just blend in and avoid.
I can't just keep giving away,
but I also can't let them know.
So I offer my help to those who need, and keep the dark inside.
'So easy now, to hold it in,
barriers grown to be so thick.
A lonely fortress in which to hide.
But it's alright,
I'll be fine,
watch the clouds and forget the day.
Or read a book,
or hold her tight,
cause you'll never really get away.
LiveJust let the rain fall down,
and soak, splash, and dance on the sidewalk,
as you skip, and flit, and smile,
'just catch the lyrics and break out in song,
'cause if the clouds don't care to hold on to their weight today,
why should you?
Roll the window down and feel the cold breeze,
and ice rain, slip and smack onto you,
each little drop an inside joke,
between you and the skies,
and resist that grin, but give in anyway,
and don't let anything take away from today.
'Cause why fret, and worry and hate?
Why count the days 'stead of loving them?
There's frankly too many things trying to kill us
for us to give in to fears and hold ourselves back.
So highfive that stranger, shoulder up and tell her you love her,
drain that soda and munch those chips, and get down to your favourite song.
Forget about being shy! You were born good enough for everything.
Go stand up and show the crowds you deserve to be seen.
All our day's are numbered anyway;
Death is the background to all our lives.
I still need you,
It's cold when I'm alone,
without your Light to guide my way,
the Darkness rolls and laughs,
hold on longer,
your footsteps fade,
nothing is for certain,
and I'm scared I'll never grow,
I'm yet but a child,
lost and naive,
I've run away,
cry out in my despair,
the mirror does not show me now,
that is not who I am,
I'm so tired,
this path is long,
but now I see the way,
the shadows creep up behind me,
but I can fight them off,
no longer weak,
ReversedI watch the clouds,
float and fly,
and dream of coasting in the sky.
We watch a boy,
sit and stare,
and long to anchor with him there.
I walk and listen,
to raindrops fall and hit,
ever flowing and infinite.
We fall and feel,
a boy stand so tall,
we encompass worlds yet are so small.
I stop and admire,
the ants in line,
so strong and brave and always fine.
We observe a boy,
but can't cease our stride,
so strong we are yet want to hide.
I hear them hop,
and whistle and tweet,
birds so free; must feel so sweet.
We envy a boy,
for though we can fly, he can sing,
and for that we'd give up all our wings.
LucidLie on a hammock and gaze,
as distant galaxies rush closer,
rotating in slow, smooth, oily haze;
In the now lit sky,
as a warm night's breeze,
holds your cheeks and lets you cry;
As the trees keep your company,
with their caring moans and loving creaks,
protecting you from all to be;
Now take a breath as the stars bid goodbyes,
and feel your eyelids and all their weight,
let the darkness be your blanket,
And close your eyes.
Just Trees As You Drove By Yeah, it looks bad from here. You find yourself a respite and decided to climb a large boulder sitting by the path to get a better look at what's ahead.. And it 'aint too welcoming. You're gonna get bruised, and you're gonna smile less, and you're gonna cry, and you're gonna get scratched and burned. And you'll forget. You'll forget that things get better. That Time goes on. And all these worries and problems, though not unimportant, will be but blurry, flickering trees on the side of the highway as you're driving by.
And these problems are special, in their own way. They do have a dim light to them that when looked at upside down is quite pretty. And you're lucky too, to be able to experience these troubles. Because it's through these troubles you find the little pieces of the puzzle that is You. And sometimes the piece is just a dull old pebble; a copy of a piece you got a couple of bad-times ago and you can just toss it on to th
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It is that time of year- finally getting warm outside (at least where I am), the trees don't look dead anymore, and I finally don't have to wear a coat when I step outside. I want to see all of your lovely drawings and paintings that depict spring! How you choose to do this is up to you
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March Colors Contest (CLOSED)Contest Closed!
The March Colors contest is now closed, and admins will be submitting their votes. Due to the unexpectedly large number of entries, there will be runner-ups and honorable mention prizes in addition to the semi-finalists and finalists.
The results will be out as soon as we have enough admin votes!
The theme for the monthly contest is based on colors. Pick one color and create an artwork that centers around that color. You can interpret this however you would like, and all mediums are allowed!
The deadline to submit your entries is Sunday, April 6th at 11:59 PM GMT.
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Dear little oneBe still tormented little boy,
she's the one for you but
you can no longer call her name.
All your dreams have burned and expired
and you hate to go to sleep
not to see her haunt your nights
and revive a hope you tried hard to purge.
Everyday starts the same,
a quiet, innocent hey, but
behind it there's a ton
of words you no longer speak.
You took an unspoken vow
to keep it buried deep below
and pretend things are okay.
There are days when it hurts
too much to hold back the truth,
and you can't deal with the lump that lurks in your throat.
Oh little boy you wonder if she knows
how much you struggle
to keep your smile burning across your lips,
or how many times you swallow
your pride not to stir a war.
Maybe you're obsessed by now
and she's only playing along,
out of pity because you've lost it all.
OMG its an Asian!I don't know if you guys know this but Im actually an Asian living in Australia. And there's always something from my family that ticks me off, and it's how they always view themselves as an outsider living in a foreign country. My father especially, would always say 'We Asians bla bla bla' and 'The westerners bla bla bla'. Nothing too racist but always drawing a line between the Asians and everyone else who doesn't have black hair and HD widescreen eyes. Very often we would be watching something random on TV and as soon as there's an Asian or mention of Asian, my parents would turn into meerkats sitting right up and bringing their full attention to it. They would be like "OMG its an Asian!" and try to listen closely, sometimes even turning the volume up to find out what is going on. Like as if to find out whether the Aussies are making fun of the Asians. And when there's an Asian in movies, even just a not important character who only appears in the movie for 5 minutes, my dad
can we start over? like we never knew each other and this was our first time we
met each others existence?
(be friendly strangers again?)
Autumn by dzika-koala Troubles Seemed So Far by Every-stars-fall
Viljandi by dn1w3r Ghosts of Self. by machihuahua
Let the Light Shine on Love by pinkparis1233
IconplzThese are all the icons I seen and copy. I'm just posting this so I can use these later and if you guys want to use. Enjoy! ^^
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Leather by Queen-Kitty
Pastel and Tattoo Together by LyubenaFoxSo anyway... by freaky208
Moment after rain by adrianismyname
For the world is so big and I feel so lost by TheFoxAndTheRavenUntitled by Lover-and-the-Wild
waldeinsamkeit by justashadowleft
Clumsy by crazy4franzthirty months by friday-forever
toujours by iNeedChemicalX
Somewhere... by 0Gutter-GlitterLegs by PhotoYoung
mockingbird v by gokturkayan
watchers feature #45
Western Colors by Sabel27
vulnera by njilkamorning light by kt-fotografie
Peter-Peter-Pumpkin-Eater by BritLawrence
light by PrzemekGorka25Sunroom by Fuzzeh-Grey
Flame in autumn melancholy by LucreciaMortishia
You made it by FyrclovernWinter approaches by George---Kirk
Island in the sun by VaAlves94
PSD#1 by ~HeeHyoSami147857 by HeeHyoSami147857.:November Thistle:. by bogdanici
watchers feature #48
Flowers by singwithyourheart
A prince, maybe by Elricthecathunter eyes by exit-humanity
Paradiso Perduto by Just-Black
Fall's Beauty 2011 by MarthaTumaA cat got stuck on a tree... by entaharbi
Majestic Forest by DawnofSnow
A fire in a green world by SarianaJMetamorphosis by Jules1983
Drops every where by LisiTisaKi
A Rainy Day by DawnofSnowSummer 2013 by wedxyas
Tiger Lilly with Ant by azieserH a n g O u t by suphafly
AuxiliumYou're a vacuum.
But I can keep my distance.
You latch onto nebulae,
and feed off of their light.
To wear as your face,
worn desperately tight.
You're a facade.
But I can read you like a book.
You can't seem to love yourself,
and your quest is of hedonism.
So you collect all these masks,
all you treasure is plagiarism.
You're a leech.
But I carry salt.
You drink out of our veins,
but all you find there is smoke.
But you chug it down anyway,
I hope you choke.
You're a snake.
But I keep a flute.
Your smile is all lips,
to hide your sharpened teeth.
But your clay has chips,
and your knife has no sheath.
Just look into the mirror,
there aren't any cracks.
You'll finally see clearer,
and I'll cover your tracks.
You're a scratched and weathered diamond.
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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