

Snakes and LocustsAround those men so unbelievably sexy, Your heart races fast and Your blood heats. You're so hot with lust and You can't see into their souls To see how very black and twisted and cold they are. Those are Snakes in the Grass.Snakes and Locusts
Around those men so inherently "not sexy" Your heart stays calm and Your blood stays cool. You've been used by the "Snakes" So you take a chance on this Guy with his puppy dog eyes Hoping and praying he will treat you right. But he turns out to be a Locust.
The problem with locusts Is that they eat you up U


Feeling ItIt's like that metaphor you finally grasped, reading and re-reading until you clasped it between your fingers and wrote your name across it.Feeling It


Angels and AirwavesThe radio plays softly like a whisper on the back of the neck. She swings on the playground, five years old and flying like the angels she whispers to at night to watch over Mommy and Daddy and Grandpa, who's in heaven now. Her feet push against the air, forward and back like the pushing motion of a rocking chair Grandpa's rocking chair that moves when "no one's there." Mommy says it's the breeze, but she knows it's Grandpa, sitting with his wings stretched out wide as he tells her stories about the good old days of ice cream for fifteen cents and swimmiAngels and Airwaves


swallow your marbles "mama,"swallow your marbles
He says, I would like to connect with stars.
He pretends the fireworks are for his dad. They shatter when they reach the air and a million thousand arms rain down on the ocean before they fizzle, taken aqua and blue and green, and the seaweed entangle until there are just hands under the sea, holding. His mother holds a flag tucked in-between her fingers like a cigarette and sometimes she brings it up to her lips, her eyes rolling backwardssometimes she forgets. Som


Shattered PiecesShattered Pieces You look around, the walls are bare, The room is empty, no one's there. Footprints left inside the ground, Thoughts are spinning 'round and 'round... Shattered pieces of your mind, Memories you left behind, Spread across the broken floor Whispering of something more. What do they show, in tiny glimpses? Hateful pasts, or hopeful wishes? Your feet are bare, you travel down toward The broken path inside your own world. A cut or bruise, just one or two; Results from what's inside of you, Bottled up from years long gone StShattered Pieces
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Devious Comments
i'll check your gallery our asap
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Dead Life,
Blind Sight,
Poor Mortal Living Ghost.
and not only appreciate, but retain the ability to differentiate and go from there.
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Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
~Einstein
what would we do without a little randomness to keep us sane?
(it would probably be a pretty bad outcome.)
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Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
~Einstein
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Only love can save you, and only you know how
=]
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"When Everything around you begins to tumble down,
And the world starts tasting sour as surely it's 'boud to..."
Icon by *emmil
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"If love is all there is to save me, I'm going to drown." As said by me.
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There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion.
--Francis Bacon (From Essays "Of Beauty" 1625)
I am Pokemon #333 Swablu in DA's Pokemon Crew
Im glad someone liked the randomness of the "ramblings of similes"!
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Bite your friends <3
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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It isn't porn, It's love.
It was a great picture.
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It isn't porn, It's love.
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