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Photographic Words
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People come here to look, be inspired and write. Thursday, August 11, 2005. If you saw me dying right here, dont stop, but keep on going. Dont dare look back, but get a song thats soft and cheerful enough to be played as you drive. Drive past the houses and the raining sky, drive past in a happy memory. Dont let this make you cry, dont let me make you cry baby. Posted by Anisa at 11:24 PM. I enjoy reading the stories on your site. Keep up the super articles!
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Photographic Words
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People come here to look, be inspired and write. Thursday, June 23, 2005. Take me to a far away place, take me home eventually, to a home I've never seen, the alarmingly calming airs of my destiny. Posted by Anisa at 2:11 PM. Riding in a bubble. Are we going fast or slow? The world rushes by outside. But time seems to stand still. The lights above change. From green to blue. Like reflections on a moviegoer's face. Our lives pass before our eyes. All things race past,. Streets and grass,. They come and go.
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Photographic Words
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People come here to look, be inspired and write. Tuesday, July 12, 2005. Cold and faithless I rest myself to sleep. Cold, my soul leaves, twirling into the sea. Another love lost, another tale forgotten, endless blue, tall fragrant trees, a mothers womb remembered? Death is not misery. Posted by Anisa at 4:21 AM. Here, where I lay. Earth becomes my body. Trees become my hair. Wind becomes my breath. Mountains become my voice. Time rushes to slow down. As I turn in my orbital dance. Between sun and moon.
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Photographic Words
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People come here to look, be inspired and write. Saturday, June 18, 2005. If all the world was a stage, my hug and your cries would be the sirens of an avalance, the avalance of human civilization. Posted by Anisa at 3:13 AM. Pull the sheets upon my face. That pierce and burn. And stir the sleeping thoughts. Push them away, cowardly heart. I cannot, dare not look again. I'm afraid to see. Myself staring back at me. The window wept, goodbye. In the rain-smudged city. The streets are paved with children.
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Photographic Words
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People come here to look, be inspired and write. Friday, July 01, 2005. Almost saw you leavin me. Almost cried when I felt you leavin me. Or a softer breath of indignant sadness. And all I could do is. Of you tight in my mind. Posted by Anisa at 11:56 PM. I found you by leafing through blogs.what an amazing blog. this is extremely inspiring. Im happy you enjoyed it. Please leave your own poetry on, Id appreciate it. So enjoy your stay. When was the last time I? Walls, sky-dark and closing in,. And wait i...
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Photographic Words: May 2005
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People come here to look, be inspired and write. Saturday, May 28, 2005. This is a site dedicated for the artistic, artistic-wannabe, feverishly poetic and tourists of the net who like to look at a particular photo and say: I think I feel like writing a few words. Here's your chance to look and write. Every week I will post photos of different genres, and I hope that they inspire you to write along. Feel free to write any thoughts that might come across while looking at a certain photo.
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Photographic Words
http://photographicwords.blogspot.com/2005/06/gods-precious-little-gifts-fall-in-my.html
People come here to look, be inspired and write. Sunday, June 26, 2005. Gods precious little gifts, fall in my hands, are these the drops we cried yesterday momma? The drops we thought were gonna turn into floods? And here they are, back, with a sweetness i cant describe. Posted by Anisa at 11:02 PM. After a purification,. When drops of heaven wash away our aging sorrow. Bring your precious cargo down. Let us revel in it. Let coolness soothe our parched hearts. And life revive our tired souls.
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Photographic Words: July 2005
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People come here to look, be inspired and write. Tuesday, July 12, 2005. Cold and faithless I rest myself to sleep. Cold, my soul leaves, twirling into the sea. Another love lost, another tale forgotten, endless blue, tall fragrant trees, a mothers womb remembered? Death is not misery. Posted by Anisa at 4:21 AM. My little feet move everywhere, here and there, here and there tiny little foot steps take, endless journeys here and there. Posted by Anisa at 4:03 AM. Friday, July 01, 2005.
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Photographic Words: June 2005
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People come here to look, be inspired and write. Sunday, June 26, 2005. Gods precious little gifts, fall in my hands, are these the drops we cried yesterday momma? The drops we thought were gonna turn into floods? And here they are, back, with a sweetness i cant describe. Posted by Anisa at 11:02 PM. Thursday, June 23, 2005. Take me to a far away place, take me home eventually, to a home I've never seen, the alarmingly calming airs of my destiny. Posted by Anisa at 2:11 PM. Saturday, June 18, 2005.
