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Wake-up callwhen you're drowning in an ocean of sad thoughts,
you don't trip out onto the beach:
sooner or later, the waves will sweep you off your feet
and you will be unprepared
when the waters close over your head.
instead, you take a deep breath
and say your prayers
and you dive in.
the quickest way to learn to swim
is to have no other choice.

So this is making me cryI'm gonna pick up the pieces
And build a lego house
When things go wrong we can knock it down
My three words have two meanings
There's one thing on my mind
It's all for you
And it's dark in a cold December
But I've got you to keep me warm
And if you're broke I'll mend you
And keep you sheltered from the storm
I'm gonna paint you by numbers
And color you in
If things go right we can frame it
And put you on a wall
And it's so hard to say it
But I've been been here before
And I'll surrender my heart
And swap it for yours
Don't hold me down
I think my braces are breaking
And it's more than I can take
I'm out of touch
I'm out of love
I'll pick you up when you're getting down
And out of all these things I've done
I think I love you better now
I'm out of sight
I'm out of mind
I'll do it all for you in time
And out of all these things I've done
I think I love you better now

An Easter memoryImagine the approaching dawn of a crisp spring day, its buttery heat bringing the frosted landscape to life. An Easter morning in the not-too-long-ago past. Consider the cool white kitchen of a nondescript house in the suburbs. Spindly rays of light pierce the ashy cloud cover, casting a faint glow on the dingy walls opposite the glass-paned windows. A sturdy wooden table is its main feature; placidly set upon a dingy linoleum floor, its mismatched chairs bear testament to the whims of its owners. Just today the thermostat was, after much coercion, turned up.
Someone is peeking around the banister at the foot of the stairs. He is wearing green footie pajamas and his chocolate hair is tousled with sleep. He has that slightly gawky look of a child in a growth spurt, like a colt--not quite used to the extraordinary length of his legs, not quite caught up in the rest of his body--but his round face betrays him with its anticipatory expression. His eyes are sharp and blue. After a moment

Disengage[in some vague fashion]
she was aware of the i m p e n d i n g blow
but time seemed irrelevant [at the moment]:
struck by a strange--elegance?--
as his palm descended [with all the grace
of a tree felled by lightning];
the m.e.a.s.u.r.e.d, deliberate fall,
almost majestic in its resignation--
c u l m i n a t i n g with
a CRACK of thunder and
a bolt of pain.

Lucidall this time she's seemed so near
her angel face you hold so dear
she'll find you in that darkest time
her eyes will speak sans reason, rhyme
in time you will remember things
of birds and bones and broken wings
of deadly secrets, shattered dreams
things left unsaid and silent screams
with open heart and open mind
stand in the rain and you will find
that healing lies in these things true
and to remember changes you

BipolarYour gentle gaze like razor blades
Both cut me to the core
The shadows hide the lines you've crossed
Yet still I'm craving more
You're never who you seem to be
I don't know who you are
One moment you're the one I know
The next so very far
This dream in which we used to live
Uncertain now and bleak
Breathtaking as the cloudbreak is
Still havoc storms do wreak
My wild nightmare never ends
I cannot seem to wake
I'm desperate to find escape
Before I finally break
It's not you it's me I say
As hollow as it rings
No longer can I weather this
High time to test my wings
The words fall like an icy rain
Chilling, sharp, but true
Yet though I try to end it here
I'm still falling for you

InvocationSpeak through me, Muse, and sing me the tale
Of that girl unskilled in the ways of the world--
The intrepid wanderer,
Seeking truth for years on end,
Oblivious to the dynamics around her
As others talk with their eyes and dance with their words.
Many the nights she's lain awake,
Living the hurts of her friends, powerless to help.
Trying to save the world
When she can't even save herself.
She wrote dark storms of words
And ascertained the deceptive nature of journals.
She lied to others and she lied to herself.
She learned that sharp words leave scars,
Struggling each day to open her eyes
And walk toward the light;
Yet despite her best intentions, sometimes she strayed:
But hands were there to guide her back to the path,
And hearts were there to share her pain.
Growing and changing and coming to see
That she didn't have to understand humanity to be human--
She doesn't have to earn love to be loved,
And angels can hide in the oddest of places.
Of these trials and tribulatio

Mimicrymildewed [ghosts]
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CathieSalt-and-pepper hair contrasts sharply with the crisp, starched pillow;
bone-thin arms resemble bed rails--
tears in my arms, the morphine drip in your vein.
My inner rage refutes your calm acceptance.
You ask if we are waiting for you to die: no.
We are waiting for a miracle,
we are waiting for you to heal--
We are waiting for something that will not happen.
We are stretching for something that is out of reach.
We are holding onto our obsolete hopes, the small fragments of our lives
so closely, we cannot see the bigger picture
of eternity.
In a paradox, God is calling you clearly,
but we can't seem to hear His voice--
only the silence ringing in our ears
as the monitor stops
your breathing ceases
your face un-creases--
and, for the first time in years,
you run Home.

HelplessHell is watching you walk away.

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Photography / Animals, Plants & Nature / Flowers, Trees & Plants

©2012-2013 ~violetense

Taken in DC. Not an extraordinary photo by any means but I couldn't resist the composition.
It was a gorgeous day.

Photo by me, not stock.
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Comments are welcome and greatly appreciated. Any feedback is great to hear. What can I do better?

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=Skysofdreams Jan 20, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

DD Worthy^^

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=cheslah Oct 26, 2012 Professional Photographer

When was this taken?

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~violetense Oct 27, 2012 Student Writer

March of 2010. I was on Spring Break.

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=cheslah Oct 27, 2012 Professional Photographer

ha! Iknew it was springish time! I was stationed just outside of DC for a year. I could tell by the blossoms

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~violetense Oct 27, 2012 Student Writer

It's absolutely gorgeous in the spring there

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