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No longer she draws,
her pencils lay restless on an empty easel.

The crude colour'd water,
stagnant, dust covered,
enfolds a waterlogged paintbrush
in its murky, liquid grasp.

No longer she draws.

The canvas remains blank,
as bleak as her emotion.

Piles of discarded work,
lay despair-smeared, forgotten
and ruined by her frustration.

Dried paint clogs her inspiration,
a flow once wild, now gone.

Not even a trickle from those pursed lips.

No creative course,
just a tear drop,
from eyes which once transcribed her feelings,
that now gives away her heart.

Her hands once wrought artistic means
now lay in disuse- pale by her si

And She Smiled

He was so gentle, and took such care,
you would have thought this his life's work-
but it belonged to someone else.
Mistaken for a trinket,
it had been pushed aside,
and shattered in the fall.
Casually swept up, and put on a shelf,
it gathered dust-
until he found it,
and saw the beauty they had all missed.

He spent hours every day
for months on end,
fitting every shard into place-
singing love songs as he worked.
And it seemed to hear,
as pieces sharp enough to slice
instead, slid together
under his talented fingers.
And then, just like that-
it was done.

And he cradled it
in those strong hands-
and brought it to the g

Three Little Words

A sunrise, over a lake of pure innocence.
That moment in time, stringed with decadence.
Silver stars glittering like silver tears on a teenagers cheek.
The joy of a friends hug, a long lasting love.

There was a campfire, surrounded by a thousand melodies,
a dawn chorus of emotions.
An eternitys gaze, at the striking sunset,
painted over a field of gold.
It fades faster than a lovers touch.

A memory, destined to remain as a piece of writing
Imbedded in the sand.
Washed away by the waves of time.
Across the horizon and into the mind of another.

A gust of wind and a sudden chill,
The warmth of another... so close.
Two friends sit

Something more than youYou and I used to walk underneath blue skies
in the middle of summer;
wondering what was behind the others' eyes.

Between games requiring guessing and bouts of twenty questions,
a mournful silence lurked in between our many discussions-
I listened as you lamented; you gave me the incentive
to conjure emotions, & I was hoping that they would never lessen,
but my lesson has been learned now that our fire has all but burned
out-
you planted seeds of doubt along the lonely route
that I take every day, now, with no one at my side-
a dying flower sprouted up from those same seeds;
its role is to be my guide
so that I can look to it and

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Submitted on: April 23, 2006
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~lavinder Jan 1, 2007

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~something-wild Jan 2, 2007 Hobbyist Digital Artist

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~Mysterria Jun 19, 2006 Writer

wonderful, finally a pic with you in it!

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~something-wild Jun 23, 2006 Hobbyist Digital Artist

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~Mysterria Jun 25, 2006 Writer

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~something-wild Jul 2, 2006 Hobbyist Digital Artist

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~womble-for-rent Apr 25, 2006

Booyah! That was an ace day lol!

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~something-wild Apr 25, 2006 Hobbyist Digital Artist

yes it was

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~WanderingElf Apr 24, 2006

Hey people I recognise! WHere's Rushy hiding though?

Great idea - and I love the curvy writing, it really makes it look like one of those old annuals you could buy.

How much better are they at group shots than the Cardiff ones though - no fair!

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~something-wild Apr 25, 2006 Hobbyist Digital Artist

rushy diddnt turn up for another 2 hours

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