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Untouchable There she sits, back pressed against a cold stone wall, encompassed in the world of pain. This is the world that betrayed her to poverty, the world that forced her to trade her body to rich men, for food. Bred for humanity, raised in the captivity that is starvation and sickness, fear and utter despair. Her pitted face greets the world with flat, soulless eyes as she extends a styrofoam cup. Change, anyone?Untouchable
by ~theriverbeckons
MountainEarth wrought, sky bound Testament to the unseen powers, The wind does fling its burdens down Among these airy towers. Rocky arms Cradle earthly dreams While a spring burbles charm And hope to guard against the worlds screams. What other fortress Or worldly zen Could such awe impress Upon the minds of men?Mountain
by ~theriverbeckons
A Dream of NowWe like to wait for night, looking impatiently out of grime coated windows at the oven world outside. During the day the heat is intense. It is melt-your-face-off hot, fry-eggs-on-a-car-hood hot. We flee inside, but the heat chases us. The heat that makes it impossible to touch makes it equally impossible to stay apart. Dusk will fall eventually, when the hot melts to sticky.A Dream of Now
Sticky is where cicadas sing. Sticky is when we dare to venture outside and take our safety break in the land of magenta sky and bats.
We sit and explore alternate states of consciousness, sharing marijuana kisses as the world around us dims to black.
by ~theriverbeckons
My DefinitionI do belive in love, Just not societys’ Wrong Definition. I do not thinkMy Definition
Love is pink, gushy, Instant. No. Love is a warm breeze, Blowing softly
Against your Cheek. Love is a feeling of
comfort, belonging, as if you rule the world. Love is laughing out Loud, and not caring Who hears You. Love is looking into
Another’s eyes, And seeing your soul Reflected back. That is what love Is. At least, what
It is to Me.
by ~theriverbeckons
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- Interests: Paddling, singing, climbing trees in the rain.
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Everyone must believe in something. I belive I'll go canoeing. -Henry David Thoreau
Life isn't about whether you've survived the storm, it's about how you've danced in the rain. -Anonymous
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Everyone must believe in something. I belive I'll go canoeing. -Henry David Thoreau
Life isn't about whether you've survived the storm, it's about how you've danced in the rain. -Anonymous
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because we don't think about future generations, they will never forget us
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Everyone must believe in something. I belive I'll go canoeing. -Henry David Thoreau
Life isn't about whether you've survived the storm, it's about how you've danced in the rain. -Anonymous
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because we don't think about future generations, they will never forget us
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