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"For a crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal,..."

Sat, 01 Dec 2012 21:51:53 -0600

“For a crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.”

- Francis Bacon

aseaofquotes: T.S. Eliot, “The Love Song of J. Alfred...

Sun, 16 Sep 2012 21:35:46 -0600

aseaofquotes:

T.S. Eliot, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”

aseaofquotes: Sara Teasdale, “Deep in the Night” Submitted...

Sun, 16 Sep 2012 21:35:36 -0600

aseaofquotes:

Sara Teasdale, “Deep in the Night”

Submitted by thehiddenabyss.

“High School Never Ends” by MilenaDaniels

Tue, 15 May 2012 22:31:17 -0600

“High School Never Ends” by MilenaDaniels

Turn to Stone - A Science Fiction Tribute by valamd.

Tue, 24 Apr 2012 20:16:16 -0600

Turn to Stone - A Science Fiction Tribute by valamd.

"Keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart."

Sun, 22 Apr 2012 12:53:00 -0600

“Keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart.”

- Eli Young Band, Even if it Breaks Your Heart

Firelight What to do, what to dare… In the snapping firelight I see you, An eternity away across...

Wed, 18 Apr 2012 23:14:11 -0600

Firelight

What to do, what to dare…
In the snapping firelight I see you,
An eternity away across the circle
That I dare not break to go to you;
As you look away into the darkness
I am struck again at how you hold us so close,
Yet never let us near,
A fragile translucent shell of aloofness
Breached by reaching arms
That say both let me go and hold me close

A delicate balance you weave,
Making sure not to smile too much,
But still holding our affection;
A part of the circle, but apart from it,
You are the keystone that strives to break free
But cannot, for fear that we will collapse

The flames obscure your face
But I can see your hands,
Always in motion, never still, never touching anyone;
Hands that guide but do not grasp,
Like the shadow-pictures on the wall
That you like to make from the fire’s glow;
Slightly hunched, you sit,
Looking away, hiding the hands that seek to hold us

I know you wish to be held,
But will hate me for it if I do,
And wish to hold us,
But cannot for fear that we will not let go;
And so I sit across the infinite circle,
Watching you watching the darkness,
Playing an unknown melody in the air
As your eyes fill with emotions we will never see.

This guy’s editing skills are crazy good.

Tue, 17 Apr 2012 20:29:43 -0600

This guy’s editing skills are crazy good.

Street in London, England

Mon, 16 Apr 2012 21:47:45 -0600

Street in London, England

New favourite song.

Sat, 14 Apr 2012 23:12:29 -0600

New favourite song.

Dear people who ride bicycles: Although I commend you for getting exercise and saving the...

Sat, 14 Apr 2012 20:44:00 -0600

Dear people who ride bicycles:

Although I commend you for getting exercise and saving the environment and everything, I would really appreciate it if you refrained from wearing headphones while riding in traffic. I really don’t want to run you over because you can’t hear me driving up behind you when you swerve out into traffic. I know you don’t legally have to wear a helmet here, so let’s limit our life-endangering activities to that one. And honestly, if you can’t live without your ipod for the duration of your bike ride, maybe you should take the bus or something instead.

"For as much as she stumbled she’s running For as much as she runs she’s still..."

Fri, 13 Apr 2012 22:23:38 -0600

“For as much as she stumbled she’s running
For as much as she runs she’s still here
Always hoping to find something
Quicker than Heaven
To make the damage of her days disappear
Just like Guinevere”

- Eli Young Band, Guinevere

Crater Lake, Oregon

Thu, 12 Apr 2012 22:32:00 -0600

Crater Lake, Oregon

Versicolour Drowning in cerulean I gasp and sputter indigo As the violet evening fades to ebony...

Wed, 11 Apr 2012 23:57:37 -0600

Versicolour

Drowning in cerulean
I gasp and sputter indigo
As the violet evening fades to ebony
Ivory stars wink in midnight velvet

Golden sunlight washes the floor
As I wake and exhale amber
Apricot warmth spills over the sill
The orange-bright sun rises over carmine hills

Outside is emerald,
Green grass spread with fir and cedar
Carpets of moss and fern
Surround silvered-verdigris trees

I inhale afternoon alabaster
The bowl of the silvery sky
Shades to dove, then ash
Slate clouds move with the dappled breeze

Azure atmosphere weighs down the day
I breathe in sapphire, taste ultramarine
And choke on cobalt
Stillness settles with amethyst darkfall.