

Ode to NatureWhen her eye splitsOde to Nature
and gleams its first streams of light, Mother adorns her bright blue and cotton white bonnet.
Her boots are the color of the blue zircon.
Her breath:
cool, colorless, calm. A soft embrace, while she tenderly kisses our faces.
Gifts spring from her feet in lemon,
lime,
tangerine,
apricot,
and apple.
Salty tears of joy rain down, as her children play, but when she is provoked, she hisses and strikes with a powerful might.
Mother closes her brilliant eye, but not befo


BulimiaI wash my hands before my reflection, but I do not look up from the basin to see if it's really there.Bulimia
The white bowl (my secret keeper), I kneel before it with a voice that says, "How can you do this?" while it will remind me everyday
that I walk past it and sit on it.
I swivel my tongue around;
my saliva still reminiscent of Edy's. Only the cold silver spoon knew how often I visited and borrowed from his Double Fudge Brownie.
The smooth, cool chocolate ice cream, the slippery fudge jelly, like a still black river, and


A ProductShe sees me heavier than the air could ever be, definitely not as graceful. One look at my face and she tells me, the puss filled baggies, the craters indented like dimples,A Product
not quite as cute, a mouth chopped pink and lumpy by braces, I am not enough.
I saw myself, eyes once bright as the sun, with a twinkle of the stars in the sky, now dimmed by the solar eclipse of her moon. My body,
a curvaceous sign of womanhood, not the flawless figure of bones she maintained
or wanted me to be.
Her face, a mural of her life today,
show


If You're Falling...If You're Falling...If You're Falling...
I sit alone in the darkness, Of this desolate place, Stare into a picture, That holds onto your face, I'm scared that you're leaving, Scared you're walking out, And now I'm left her alone, Blindly walking about.
Tired of hurting, It's all because of you, Not knowing when flirting, You don't know what you do, And I feel like I'm dying, There's nothing I can do, Now I'm left her just crying, And it's all because of you.
I don't know what to do, You used to be here, Now you're gone and I'm sc


LiesMy life is just a lie that is trying to reach the sky; but falls back into the atmosphere with every step that you take nearer.Lies
My life is just a lie, this is one thing I won't hide. From the things I know aren't real, To the way you make me feel.
My life is just a lie, of which I need be deprived. And all the truths which I hold dear, are what you take away from here.
My life is just a lie. I no longer can deny my truths from being told, this mask of being bold.
My life is just a lie. I
1-3 ~ you're a bad friend
4-6 ~ you're an okay friend
7-9 ~ you're a good friend
10+ ~ you're great friend
to you my dear friend
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Chat in #devart and #Thumbsshare
Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)
*dingding* RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You can't hug the person more than 3 times
3- You -MUST- hug 6 other people
4- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page! c'mon..don't be scared of public displays of affection
5- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
6- You should most definitly get started hugging
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"68 ... you do me and i'll owe you one
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"68 ... you do me and i'll owe you one
Vector Gallery Moderator - ikue@volunteers.deviantart.com
i cant beleive chirstmas just passed again and i didnt get to see except that once. but with all of my fam here t was just crazy
i miss you too
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~*Care-Club
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- your friendly neighborhood atheist.... is also a HIPPIE
anyway, claire is god clicky clicky ---->~pasta-in-a-tree
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"68 ... you do me and i'll owe you one
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