

Beauty.Oh my queen, untaintable beauty, There exists not in this world that which can soil Such profound beauty as yours.Beauty.


Untitled.The chain that holds me back could only be held by you. For well you know, that were I freed, 'tis you I would persue. Bold and fierce I'd fight your hand to win, both passioante and wild. Magic and wonder our bread would be, adventure'd be our child. Beautiful one, glorious one, know you're well worth any fight Victorious we'd ride my steed through gardens of delights. A life of ease is not for us, while there're epics left to play: Castles to storm and battles to win and dragons left to slay. Quiet and safe and dull our lives may never be WUntitled.


GhostI am but a ghost of my own life Drifting here and there, Merely a specter of my former self. I am nothing-- I mean nothing. My very existance could snuff And barely leave a whisper of smoke in its passing. Even to my Love, I have nothing of substance to offer. No more than ink on a page, She closes the letter, and I disappear. Would that I could scream my love from these pages, But to what end? Only her confusion and heartache-- if even that. If in Death's embrace I could sleep and feel her arms Then glad would I be to become Nothing.Ghost


Silence.I sit in silence and miss the voice I have never had opportunity to hear. For you, though in many ways real to me, remain elusive, ever present, but equally ever evading my grasp. Though I reach for you with all my being, you remain constantly beyond my touch, and yet excruciatingly near. Near enough, to make me constantly continue reaching. To adore so completely that which I cannot touch, it must surely be madness! A madness once reserved only for God and Angels. And yet a madness that you, woman, have the audacity to have claimed. Is this then love? &nbSilence.
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~Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative. [SpiteStock]
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Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another
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~Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative. [SpiteStock]
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"Every normal man must be tempted at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats." -H.L. Mencken
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I believe in migraines, the boredom of afternoons, the fear of calendars, the treachery of clocks. - JG Ballard [CinnamonAndSpite]
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"Every normal man must be tempted at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats." -H.L. Mencken
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like the pic, the words were not so great but eh... funny, i think she actually commented on that pic with me some time ago!
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Stephen Hawking, astrophysicist, re the possibility of aliens: "Primitive life is very common and intelligent life is fairly rare," He then quickly added: "Some would say it has yet to occur on earth."
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"Every normal man must be tempted at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats." -H.L. Mencken
Thanks for the favorite from my Stock gallery.
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はじめまして! Artist, Writer/Poet, Photographer, traditional medium mostly, anime, sci-fi and the bizarre.
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