photographyphotos from the entire last semester.
i hope you enjoy them.
~teachild
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smells of old times and oatmeal safety and the bleak life we led through the deserted streets of those wet days.
a million thankyous passed our lips between the offerings discussions which my mind could only barely wrap around, but knew were more than I might want. wet smells fill my ears and I think that I will suffer through them once more,
for you and your trust in all things good and noble
by ~teachild
Favourites
November's SongThe pounding is the anvil- hits your temples- Two by four, two by fourNovember's Song
Pull it out and dance some more. I am grey and you are black, as we grab for their hands all veiled in white. dancing further darker still Fear what we will see, when upon tomorrow morn, light is cast upon the floor and we find we have shown our naked selves.
The cups of tea lie cold- Images of the stories
Spilling from the cracked edge of our souls- A trickle- now a broken floodgate, now a waterfall
by ~brokenteacup
decking aboveby ~rooibos
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- Current Residence: wherever i am.
- Interests: love, honesty. lesser interests: people, the world, sleep.
- Favourite movie: coffee and cigarettes
- Favourite band or musician: peter, sigur ros, the frames
- Favourite genre of music: (indie?)
- Favourite artist: usually the people i respect the most.
- Favourite poet or writer: ts eliot, tennyson, kelsey, virginia wolfe, gk chesterton, emerson,
- Favourite photographer: bruce davidson, mary ellen mark, bob,
- Favourite game: WAG, mancala, spoons
- Tools of the Trade: most traditional mediums. also glue and bits an' pieces.
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Aby you are spiffer than the spiffest. Your hair is beautiful, and I loved it when you put a paintbrush in it.
I love you.
Roy
i'm sure your hair looks spiff in it new haircut, and i wish i could give you a big hug, and wear your hat, and go walking around downtown with you on a chilly afternoon, or maybe just sitting on a bench somewhere with you.
i think i need to write you a letter.
sincerest affections,
abi
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~livingpoetsociety
~DarkPoetSociety
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Meghan
I have found freedom
...losing all hope is freedom
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And I don't want the world to see me....'Cause I don't think that they'd understand...
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