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Pain In Pastel
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Pain In Pastel |
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Embers_Before_God Member
since 2001-03-06
Posts 101USA |
Crayon scribbles across the face of cigarette-stain-colored paint do not clearly show my pain. The walls, the walls of my mind, are supposed to be safe, a sanctuary for me to hide, a vessel beneath the sea that should provide complacency when the waves grow, oh, so high, but it is those very walls, that’s nearly driven me insane. And the walls, the walls of this room, are sketched in pastel, though not with paint or an artist’s skill, but a simple crayon with pastel hue— now just a stub of soft, pale blue, a nub like that of a castle of sand in a flood of pouring rain. Dance with me under the moon. Touch my pale skin. Devour me. Love me. [This message has been edited by Embers_Before_God (edited 03-09-2001).] |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
And the walls, the walls of this room, are sketched in pastel, though not with paint or an artist’s skill, but a simple crayon with pastel hue— now just a nub of soft, pale blue like a castle of sand in pouring rain. ================== very cool imagery here ... this is a very unique and expressive piece of writing ... love your name too by the way  very well done take care jm Some find subtlety in strangers some find subtlety alone Your eyes,you see everything my eyes,I see its all together now and I know. ~candlebox~ |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I do so enjoy watching pictures form before my eyes.... well done! |
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