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balloon

on the curling wind it floats by upwards and upwards beyond, to great things – only to burst as it reaches the sky but at least it saw the treetops and at least it met the clouds… Continue reading balloon

Unknown's avatargoldenchild31October 11, 2020
poetry

19 words

The soft rhythm of mechanical breaths layered under hollow bursts of electric heartbeat: the sinister harmonies of lingering life. Continue reading 19 words

Unknown's avatargoldenchild31April 16, 2020April 16, 20202 Comments
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you did this

The girl’s hair fell about her shoulders, blurring the edges of her face in a way that brought a hidden vulnerability, a veiled fear – perhaps, the truth. At the thought of what she had just seen, at what she had just done, she curled her shoulders into herself, her shallow and invisible breaths carrying with them a sense of urgency she could not bring … Continue reading you did this

Unknown's avatargoldenchild31April 25, 2019March 21, 2020Leave a comment
poetry, writing

if what they say is true…

i don’t believe that someone can just be gone. there’s a god out there who’s taken her because he couldn’t bear to be without her. i know it.   i don’t believe that someone you love can just disappear from your life. because what, then is the point?   i don’t believe that in a split second all your loving and all your hating can … Continue reading if what they say is true…

Unknown's avatargoldenchild31April 15, 2019July 15, 2020Leave a comment
photography, poetry

the majestic end

                    life – climbs, stumbles to the moon. but the climax plummets and inevitably life will too. black and white banners mark its halt and the finish line but oh was the journey majestic and the athlete triumphant goldenchild31 Continue reading the majestic end

Unknown's avatargoldenchild31July 3, 2015April 15, 20192 Comments
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flush of vermillion

flush of vermilion spatters across a field as trigger pulled eagle soars paced for the kill rooted deep in the heart of khaki soldier courage sacrifice innocence mateship bounds his ashes even at dusk. gaunt figures vermilion flushed are ragdolls smiling ghosts who fought for our freedom will be ever alive in our thoughts lest we forget goldenchild31 Continue reading flush of vermillion

Unknown's avatargoldenchild31April 26, 2015April 15, 20194 Comments

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