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Where shadows dwell"Friendship is the shadow of the evening, which increases with the setting sun of life." Jean de La Fontaine
"Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." Carl Sandburg
"Between the idea & the reality
between the motion & the act
falls the Shadow."
Happy birthday dear :iconaerendial: :iconcakecookieplz:
"There is still no cure for the common birthday." John Glenn
An ode to great musicians.This journal is written to praise some great musicians that inspire me day by day.
Let's begin with "Basement Alchemy"
I found this song yesterday, and it is the one that inspires me too much. It's awesome. I have not heard the original version until I did it some minutes ago, and I can say this version is much better. His voice, his appearance, his talents concerning all these instruments, and his interpretation of the song.
The great thing in it is the beginning: First it seems like the song is a rock song, and you prepare for some screaming and typical rock sounds (which I also love!), but then the little drum comes and I fell of the chair, literally. My favourite seconds are from 0:30 to 0:40. They make me shiver, they make me dream, and I feel so relieved then. Hell, this man is great.
Then: Paul Cardall.
I listen to his music a bit longer now, and even if I am angry and full of rage.. After listening to his songs, I feel so calm and dreamy. It also makes me sad to l
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The Boston Street BombingsI've seen a lot of bloodshed in all of
My day's,but nothing like this,so much
Are shed by millions everywhere,wondering
If the chaos will ever end,it seemed like months,
But it was only days, endless screams in my head,
People screaming ''why?'', ''why me?'' ,tears and blood
Drowning the streets,I can still hear the paramedics
Assuring everyone,it'll be ok,but from that day on,
I sill have the nightmares,wondering,is it real?
CRAZY LIFE/Tribute to my friends, family, and fansHi. I'm Eric. You may know me as AlphaXeroAOTU. I was born in Santa Monica, California. I have a pretty normal life for a person my age. There are some ups and downs but, that is normal. I have been going through some stress. I seem to like the dark more than a ''scene kid'' should. I currently make Youtube videos and I'm a part of the ''Smosh Games Alliance''. I am known as a funny guy but, behind the smiles and the laughter, is darkness. I suffer from ADD which makes my life ten times harder. Its friends like you that make my life worth living. Its friends like you that make me remember that death is not an option.
Devious Journal EntryAmerica had not really been to concerned about his younger brother, not even when in war did he worry to much as he already knew North America was 'safe' from the Germany and his evil Hitler. But it was one mourning shortly after Canada went onto the battle field without telling any of the Allies that he was doing so, America had been alerted by the ring of the paper boys bicycle that the post had come by. He was still enjoying his early coffee and seemed to be startled by the sound of the high pitch ring that sprang out towards him and very well could have made him deaf. He jumped out of white painted wooden chair he was sitting, and took chase to see what was the ruckus about, he hoped it was not another letter from one of his states asking for more money. But when he reached and opened the beautifully styled door of his home he was met with a stack of brown, dust stained envelopes with a rough looking hand drawn address that was his and a stamp of a maple leaf, 'Canada bro,' w
The Hall'sWalking through the halls,hopeing that I don't get noticed,
By you,by your friends,so nervous,trying so hard not to show
It,but it forces me to blush,I see you,I start to turn around,but
So do you,''Hey!'' You said,trying so hard not to blush,but I just
Can't help myself,I turn back around and say,''Hey! I haven't seen
You around lately. Where have you been?'' We laugh and it was clear
We both were thinking the same thing,but instead of saying something
You say ''well I got to get to class, see you later'' feeling so much better
I am relieved of my stress and continue on to class
love story (reality)Snow fall's from the sky and into you hair
As you look up at me smiling
I look back at you and smile and say
''I love you''and your smile gets bigger and bigger
And your eyes sparkle and shine
As you say ''really? You mean It?''
And I say ''yea ... I guess I do''
Where will this story go?
Leave a comment
And tell me what
What you think
Is It Love ''moon light''The moon shines bright and adds a Twinkle to your eyes
I lean in hopeing that nothing will change between us
Wishing that we could stay like this forever
You look into my eyes as if you could see right through me
Then you look away, and stare at the moon light as if you were there
I can tell by the look in your eyes that you feel the same
I look away happily knowing that you feel the same
You look back at me and notice how happy I am
You smile back and hug me
Shocked I blush not knowing if it's a dream or if it's real
But I take the chance take a deep breath and hug back
but you seemed more shocked than me
but you smile and that's all I need to feel at home
I wonder if you're enjoying
the curvature of her back.
The spine, a row of ossified crowns
crowded and curved around that defining neural superhighway;
that extension cord,
adventurously connecting the visceral
to the peripheral.
The horseshoe crab vertebrae
scuttle to break through skin at your touch;
a defining shiver.
I see your hands
around the rounded hills of her shoulders.
Scapulae jutting out with the extremity of the bend,
like a chicken's wings.
And the bands of these dorsal muscles
stand up like wings,
cast shadows in the dimples of the pelvis that she lifts;
that will fold o
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