

Your Own MakingViolenceYour Own Making
building up walls breaking hearts destroying lives eating away at your soul.
Hate
ripping you apart blackening breaking promises ravaging your mind.
Sadness
is the devastation the long term aftermath the ruins of your own making.
Hope
is the strength the proof of greatness within the savior of your own becoming.
Peace
is the reward, the knowledge of your strength within the long term effect of what you do.


Where the sun and moon were...I dream of shores distant and faraway hills where I can just be.Where the sun and moon were...
The surging seas meet the battered sand amid twilights cool kiss.
We can swim past the breakers out unto forever. Swim to where the ocean embraces the waiting sky, where the sun and moon were born.
I sleep to run away, where snow falls, always across the frozen fields.
Echoes of a summer are never lost But the world must sleep, as the sky sings a frosty lullaby.
I ride on whirlwind drawn sleighs with brothers Robert and Jack &


GraveI sleep in a grave, not dead, just sleeping.Grave
My cheeks are cold, my hands are still Like Juliet I wait But not for Romeo, for my heart beats for no one else but me.
The grave is shallow, the rain falls down my face Flowers grow wild at my feet The worms keep away, for they know better.
Flowers bloom, warmed by the sun My cold still body stirs Life will spring forth from the earth, For my life has just begun.


When She's ReadyDont be so hard on me Im only human cant you see. Im a divine mistake, a mysteryWhen She's Ready
Ill never be what you expect of me.
They say shes lonely in her tree, but its exactly where she needs to be. She needs to cry, to sleep, to breathe,
And when shes ready then shell leave.
Shell come back to earth, shell feel brand new. When shes ready shell come back to you.

| I'm mainly on here to get inspired, show off my poems/prose and look at beautiful artwork. I adore nature in all its glory and escaping into my imagination to see what I can come up with. I'm first and foremost a writer, I don't usually have the patience to paint or draw, just to form words with a pen/paper or on my computer. I do like to draw or play with photographs when the mood strikes. I'm 23 yrs old, I'm married and have a beautiful son. |
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Jess
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Ars est celare artem.
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The price of freedom is madness
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The price of freedom is madness
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