Spirit of a Child

TravelsI am bad at remembering names and faces. Over the course of the years I have met many; of those many, I remember few names. Only the names of the closer people ever stick, and even then, the faces take a while. I look through yearbooks of schools long since gone, of years long since passed. As I look, it seems as though more and more of the faces are blurs, faces in a crowd I was once a part of, a crowd I can't recall. I could stare for hours, even reference the name of the picture, and still I recall nothing.Travels
But still, for every name and face I cannot place, I remember things and places. Our old home was a light blue color, roo


Tip of the IcebergIt is the distant future, the year 2005. Humans have done everything in their power to prevent global warming, even gone so far as an attempt to freeze the planet. Their plan was simple enough: create a place where humans can live safely through nuclear winter, then create a nuclear winter. However, the biggest flaw in the plan was their assumption that they would live through their own nuclear winter. After using what was thought to be every nuclear weapon on the planet, the humans succeeded in killing themselves off. A small group of humans had been smart enough to evacuate to the poles before the bombing started, and though the terrain wasTip of the Iceberg


DiggingI am digging here without a reason, without a purpose and without a need.Digging
There is no gold at the bottom; no silver to sell, no glass to make.
I do not expect to gain anything simply from digging deeper and deeper.
The colors change; tan becomes brown brown becomes black, but I don't care.
I am digging here because I am digging here, and I need no reason to do so.


Eulogy for A SamaritainJohn Doe died on a cold November night, asleep on the park bench that had been his home for the past six years. He moved into our neighborhood around the same time that I did, and I cannot imagine what my life, or my children's lives would have been without him.Eulogy for A Samaritain
I admit when he first came into my life, I tired to push him out, but to be honest, who didn't? He certainly didn't look as kind and gentle as he was. We all passed him off as a common bum, until we got to know him. Each one of us had a catalyst, a single moment that allowed us to see his true character shine through his gruff e


Summer SkiesLaid out beneath soft summer skies, Caramel skin glistens like silk; The sun dances in those amber eyes.Summer Skies
Quiet breath and muted sighs, Fingers pressing against pursed lips, Laid out beneath soft summer skies.
I feel them all; the lows, the highs, The touch of oily, scented skin, and The sun dances in those amber eyes.
Her collarbone, her ribs, her thighs, All feel as fragile as love, Laid out beneath soft summer skies.
When the light finally dies, I lean towards her as the last of The sun dances in those amber eyes.
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< PinkyMcCoversong > lololololololol :lmoffle:
< LadyLincoln > Hey now, I got...corn...er the Indy 500. Okay, we suck
<raspil> i'm sure it's in the bible somewhere. "and on the second day, there was Jose Cuervo and lime."
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Why shun the demons we should meet,
When bitter lives are bittersweet? ©me
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< PinkyMcCoversong > lololololololol :lmoffle:
< LadyLincoln > Hey now, I got...corn...er the Indy 500. Okay, we suck
<raspil> i'm sure it's in the bible somewhere. "and on the second day, there was Jose Cuervo and lime."
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Why shun the demons we should meet,
When bitter lives are bittersweet? ©me
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< PinkyMcCoversong > lololololololol :lmoffle:
< LadyLincoln > Hey now, I got...corn...er the Indy 500. Okay, we suck
<raspil> i'm sure it's in the bible somewhere. "and on the second day, there was Jose Cuervo and lime."
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< PinkyMcCoversong > lololololololol :lmoffle:
< LadyLincoln > Hey now, I got...corn...er the Indy 500. Okay, we suck
<raspil> i'm sure it's in the bible somewhere. "and on the second day, there was Jose Cuervo and lime."
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< PinkyMcCoversong > lololololololol :lmoffle:
< LadyLincoln > Hey now, I got...corn...er the Indy 500. Okay, we suck
<raspil> i'm sure it's in the bible somewhere. "and on the second day, there was Jose Cuervo and lime."
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Come visit my gallery & scraps: [link]
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True strength is to stand up for what's right even if it's the unpopular thing to do.
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My authentic japanese name is 藤原 Fujiwara (wisteria fields) 天音 Amane (heavenly sound)
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True strength is to stand up for what's right even if it's the unpopular thing to do.
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My authentic japanese name is 藤原 Fujiwara (wisteria fields) 天音 Amane (heavenly sound)
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< PinkyMcCoversong > lololololololol :lmoffle:
< LadyLincoln > Hey now, I got...corn...er the Indy 500. Okay, we suck
<raspil> i'm sure it's in the bible somewhere. "and on the second day, there was Jose Cuervo and lime."
lol, I'm glad you're doing fine. ^^
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True strength is to stand up for what's right even if it's the unpopular thing to do.
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My authentic japanese name is 藤原 Fujiwara (wisteria fields) 天音 Amane (heavenly sound)
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