angelicaspect

the dictionary is like a canary or is that a parrot? both birds have merit one can sing great the other can imitate but neither can sing/speak for us just like the thesaurus the encyclopedia is filled with the media giving out facts but wings it  lacks if you were a bird, would you want to be heard singing or squawking? twittering melodies or talking? would you want a pretty voice that sings or would you rather tropical wings and the knowledge of words which one of these birds? or, would you like to be picked up and handled possibly have your covers dismantled with lots of knowledge with just one look would you be a re

an ageless face went walking among the clouds that weep and dreamt the dreams too deep to tell to wake from fitful sleep this ageless face went walking among the darkened place and bore the burden placed upon him without the ashen face that ageless face doth tell the dreams of olden days and wild yet weary he doth sleep when upon the clouds he lays his ageless face did twitch and his body doth twist and turn but for the mind that gaze upon him for sleep or rest he doth not yearn a peaceful mien the face conveys while mind within seeks through the haze tossing turning in his sleep but only from within him deep so gaze upon

old lies new eyes realize the painful tries could you tell? it was hell ..i thought you knew that i saw right through now you should know twas a low blow nary a chance to the heart, like a lance one shot finally, what i sought shut down so quickly gone ..it changed me so much more i see innocence gone (but it wouldnt have lasted long) lookin back, the future was portrayed if i had known then, i would have been dismayed i couldnt be like that but sad fact i can i am and all because of you...

sea me sea me- for your eyes melt me like the ice in your hand slowly held until all of the rigid walls ive built up tumblemeltdown, and disappear into a sea of swirling water (love) love, Glenn

"Why are you holding a camera?" Her eyes flickered to look at his. She possessed no poker face—her discomfort made him smile, even now. "I don't know," replied a disembodied voice. The sound of his words made his heart beat faster, made the memories come rushing back in some horrific nightmarish image of a carnival ride. She displayed her white teeth to him in an awkward smile, the flashing red light reflected in her eyes. They weren't looking at the camera—they were looking at him. "Talk to me," he said, loving to film the shape of her face in all that silence but knowing her awkward quirks. "I don't know what to say." Her voice was quie