Magic- Myth
~Magic-Myth...
Also entering a Creative Writing competition with a local newspaper, could be most enjoyable!
The Orchard of LarinthiaThe winter days were gaining fast reign upon the lands in which I dwelled, always the same pitifully sombre days of a childhood since lost to a baby’s selfish impertinent wailings, to the sublime misgivings on a mother’s behalf, not forgetting father’s dutiful inventiveness. I held fast upon the thin cotton now burrowed fast into my hollowed shoulders and a part of the stomach which lay flat as the winkles now embedded into newly washed garments, worn by all those rich, narcotic fools. The day had come almost as a fitful gaze upon unexplored lands, only true in one’s dreams and hardly seen as real. A tree’s frosted branches would lifeleThe Orchard of Larinthia
A Black RoseHow can one falter to sense a loss of prideless guilt, sustainable in a cobweb of utter confusion, abruptly bewildered by its rhymical creation. And yet a rose is within its formal beautified existtance, a muttering and extreme strand of evidence that has lead toA Black Rose
a certain demise and imprisonment.
One would have to kneel against a foe to deny such a strenghtened cause for absolute innocence.
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The absence of evidence is not evidence of absence.
Say hello to my friend:
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I float within my own mind,
forgotten in the darkness,
the screaming silence a testament
that I strive to escape
from this empty prison...
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~Morgan
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don't make a priority of someone who only makes you an option
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see you around!
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Lara Jade.
larajadephotography@gmail.com
l a r a j a d e . c o . uk
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love lucia x x
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Welcome to dA!
Hope you enjoy this place as much as I and so many others do.
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Mag
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Goodbye.
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I shall give myself to the one i love,
my heart, my soul,
shall be his....
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