

my closest friendone of my closest friends at the moment is sorrow. she's a beautiful friend, because when we're together i have incredible memories of love and friendship and family. i remember moments that have defined me, moments that have shaped me, moments of hope and peace. most treasured are the moments where i know love, pure untainted love, the moments of freedom, and acceptance. i find comfort in sorrow, because she knows the value of relationship. the memories i have with sorrow are pure, because those are the memories that matter... those are the memories most treasured, because with sorrow, the only thing i have is precious memoriesmy closest friend


Paralysis of InnocenceThe other day I saw an angel. She was sitting alone on a rock at the oceans edge. She just sat. I wondered what she was doing. I thought she might be talking to her Father, but her lips were still. I wondered if she cried, but there were no tears.Paralysis of Innocence
I knew she looked at the people wondering past and questioned why she was so different. As I sat watching her, I realised she showed no emotion. She just sat.
All of a sudden her head turned. She stared straight through me, as if searching for answers I may have uncovered. Her eyes pierced my heart as they told of a lifetime of innocence broken, of misunderstandings, of aba


tigers and butterfliesButterfly floats aimlessly on the breath of him called Creator. She dances, enchanting the night air as she passes. The stillness of the dark betrays her in belief that she is alone. The Breath carries her within reach of his Tiger.tigers and butterflies
Yet despair maims his grandeur Fierceness washed away Until lonely eyes stare at The glimpse of Hope Dancing on the Breath of Creator.
His reality lifts, he musters a defeated growl Then slips back to the belief of his futility. Dance with him, Creator whispers. The invitation in his Breath overwhelms her She fa


ScarsTo paint me in perfection would you include the scars?Scars
Or would my skin be smooth
and even as caramel and twice as sweet?
Loving me would be loving them and imperfections would be glorious flames of beauty that shape Me.
In paints, pastels or pencil they would be there perfectly.
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you rock like dr spock!.
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