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Treasures When she was young, she swept and mopped , then baked a cake; and invited the neighbors to tea. All went well; she served the guests, weary hearts were light and laughter filled the room. When the time came for them to depart, she gave them each a gift. After removing the wrapping and gingerly opening the box, all the shining treasures inside were lost. For when held in the hand of another, they all turned to dust.Treasures by ~yourfaceisgonnafreez
Fading Blue eyes, crisp, sharp,Fading by ~yourfaceisgonnafreez
like the mind behind.
Piercing.
Pale blue now,
love shining through.
Softening.
Washed out blue,
vacant, expressionless, empty.
Fading
Better Now The golden band you placed on my fingerBetter Now by ~yourfaceisgonnafreez
pledging your love to me forever,
giving me promise of a home for my soul to abide.
Unspoken lies in your sparkling eyes
watching me come to you down the aisle
joy and love shining in the tears on my cheek.
Broken dreams litter the rubble of the life we made.
I lie here wondering what happened to me.
Spindley spidery legs, bloated bloodsucking tick
mad laughter echoes in my head.
Waiting, watching, anticipating each time you fall
my distorted disgusting shadow playing on the wall.
Catching sight of what I've turned into,
living yesterday and blaming you.
Banished the insanity at last.
Thunderous While dreaming in my underground lair,Thunderous by ~yourfaceisgonnafreez
wrapped snugly in quilted cacoon.
Distant rumbles pull me from my sleep.
I roll over and dig deeper in,
nature's lullaby will start soon.
Sliding quickly back into my nap,
was jerked awake by an alarming crash.
No gentle peeling away layers of rest
or slow rise from depths of slumber.
My God, I could get the bends!
What is happening overhead?
I throw myself into the morning chill and
run upstairs shaken by more thunderous blasts.
There amid the table's rubble, yellow babies
turn innocent golden eyes to me.
Lacking the grace they will one day learn,
they stumble over the broken lamp.
Bemused 
Sta.sh
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Helen
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you should get the sun, the moon, and the stars.
"What are you lookin' at?? [link] "
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Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow." -- Mary Anne Radmacher
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The rain is green under the branches of our forest.
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TheExquisiteCorpse
The Surreal Arts
CollaborativeCorpse
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Fremont Pathfinders Civil War Re-enactment
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