Until Who's Perfection?A bud now blooms,Until Who's Perfection?
at its meager size.
Encouraged by its peers,
it blooms wider, ever slowly.
Encouraged by spectators,
it blooms ever wider.
Taunted by the blooms of its own kind
it strives,
to bloom brighter, wider…sooner to
Perfection!, It cries, full of longing
Soon it blooms ever more beautiful
wrapped in the cries
echoed from its
peers?
spectators?
kin?
Happy it relaxes
giving up its steely façade
Joyous ObligationsThey must be done,Joyous Obligations
you cannot run
from all your obligations
Business, personal,
strict or causal
anything under the sun
and, of course, you are the one
expected to get it done.
Aren’t I an obligation too?
Weren’t you in love once before,
or is the experience, to you, new?
Listen up, this is how it goes:
My arms can sing a silent prose
a love song sweet and tender
My lips can asphyxiate your mind
leaving you with a high
Forever yours, &nbs
Huzzah!
mreee!
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MEGA LINEART CONTEST! Deadline December 1st. Feel free to join!
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Whence in fire I was born, to that I shall return. Consuming myself in thy flame and be reborn from thy ashes
Oh the posibilities....
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his sorrow was as true as bread:
no liar looked him in the head;
if every friend became his foe
he'd laugh and build a world with snow.
- EE Cummings
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