Olive trees and SpoonsI will always remember il tuo capeddi lunghi, And late afternoon trips to the fountain.Olive trees and Spoons
I remember il calore that I miss so dearly, Wishing to be taken to my Summer embrace. Tu non sarai at home any longer, This nero Winter has seeped through to Sicily, Shattering the reality of my memories.
Voglio parlare con ti per l'ultimo volta, See the soul of the mountains again. Bedda mia, you're the last of your kind, I wish you happiness with your sisters, The branch my life that was never revealed.
Olive trees and spoons, you have met us well, For our
Starry NightWinter heat crawls up my spine As we dance to the solemn violin. Bleakness of rain and snow Have no effect in cooling us off.Starry Night
The stomach acid kicks in. We drown it out with happier songs. Summer songs. A gruff voice rings in my mind. Drags me to the precipice. No safety.
I jump. I fall... ...I fly.
The adrenaline pumps through as I soar up the darkened clouds, Supporting the Queen of Sheba against the Wicked Witch. Telepathy fails me as I'm left with no power to see the inner world, the greater workings.
Flax fields embrace m
Murderer of CalmImbecilic, venomous wench. Conceited, aged cretin. I've really gone beyond caring.Murderer of Calm
I woke up this morning Putting on my shame face. My sham compassion Morals and security; Well didn't that all fly out of the window.
There's no reasoning with you. In your eyes, I'm never right. To quote a song that I like, "Every step that I take is another mistake, to you". But yet, you don't even know I like that song, that band, that music. Drop the perfectionist pretence, Stop trying to be so damned archetypal, And get yourself off that toppling throne.
That Teenage FeelingHis greasy, curly hair often blocked the view from his distinctively different coloured eyes, which were probably failing him from hours spent in front of a computer screen. He had a pretty average face, apart from a Roman nose inherited from the Sicilian in his blood. He was a tall boy, and it was as if he never put on any weight nor increased muscle.That Teenage Feeling
He was the kind of guy who appeared outwardly sociable, but was an introvert when alone, preferring to spend evenings plunging into fantasy novels with heavy metal as a companion, enjoying the fine touches of well-drawn anime, or meticulously crafting poetic forms, but if any
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Winter Downs
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LEMONed i scream
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Nature never deceives us; it is we who deceive ourselves.
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*coming soon*
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little boys who play with fire, get their fingers burned..
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LEMONed i scream
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LEMONed i scream
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Please view my gallery, it would mean a lot to me.
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I really appreciate it.
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Projects Complete:
Links Master Sword
Benihime Shikai
Seele Schneider
Unnamed Katana
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