more soon.


Still LifeIt was only yesterday that we walked through that green maze to bronze fields. Yet I have visited our park so many times in my thoughts, with the heaviness of death hiding so close to my heart, it would seem as though eons had passed since we were walking side by side.Still Life
With open eyes and bare feet, the music of the air spilled into our ears and we swayed like stalks of wheat.
Even under the blue autumn sky, I can hear all of the words you ever spoke echoing through the blades of grass.
We were not silent then; we were not patient and there was no need


The Lost Poem of TruthThe painter of that picture is really just a writer of latex and scholar of over a thousand words.The Lost Poem of Truth
The painter of that picture writes an essay of blues and greens there, a clever sentence in laughing yellows here, and a purple poem engulfs them all in the usual yet unconventional beauty of paint.
The painter of that picture Wrenches the pain out and pulls the crying grey Brush across a soothing canvas.
The painter of that picture Cast out because the paint speaks, Even when it’s from thick denim covered in acrylics
The painter of th


the highway There's an accident on this highway every two miles. There's a mournful but light song playing on the radio and a matching smile on your face as we pass each one. The flames licking the sky and the frantic eyes searching the road give you a sick satisfaction. As if you're the one that caused each of them. This is an everyday event as we head toward our not-so-final destination.The reflection in your glasses blocks out any understanding someone might reach. You shine back a cruel, malicious smirk carved into your mouth as you push your foot down onthe highway
Later!
-brianne
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La fleur qui est rouge est jolie,
La fleur qui est rose est belle.
Mais la fleur qui est toi -
C'est la mieux belle de tout.
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La fleur qui est rouge est jolie,
La fleur qui est rose est belle.
Mais la fleur qui est toi -
C'est la mieux belle de tout.
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