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A Frame A head lays upon a tear soaked pillow Eyes face toward the ceiling Gently moving to one of many postcards Carefully taped to the wall of a bedroom Fascination with the unique penmanship of a "g" Calmly, eyes close begining a tear Sholders continue to quiver, Our picture from my wallet flashes before my sightless eyes. Turning right, a frame comes into view Beneath the glass is held 16 years of age Your arms embraced my new born flesh my fingertips gently stroking the keeper of gold. |
Serenity |
Photography + Poetry |
Paused Time The darkness surrounds us as we stand against the wall. Our hearts beat together as one, I lay in the saftey of your arms. Smiling, I look up to you, the moon shinning your forgetless face. You hold me, feeling my pain, healing it with your every motion. Your precious lips press against mine, as we stop time with the power of our love. My harmful thoughts are temporarily forgotten, happiness growing at every seconds passing. Gradually, time works against the world, your fingers removed from my hair. As the door is opened, we are returned to reality, light shinning in, as the devil steals back my soul. |
By Alexa Davis |
Goddess Reflections bouncing off cold maroon metal Innocent hands touch the uniqueness of each identity Locked in place by the sight of a goddess Oblivious to reality, yet golden to each. Some filled, successfully ending a journey Yet many remain empty, searching continueously Gental streams of emotion gathering in circles The power to edit ourselves like a wardrobe Standing alone, above all others Beauty flows, strengthening abandonment Just like the rest, However remaining so different |
Curtains |
Spaz |
Sleeping |
Farm Dog |
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