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Rusted ReflectionRusted reflection I never liked the mirror Vanity, like a veil of lace Never suited my dirty hands. My face of uncertainty. It doesn't matter anyway. No need to obsess over the unobtainable. The airbrushed beauty of the world. Everything is prettier through lenses and filters, real ugliness can be felt with your fingers. So my hands are victim to stillness and remorse. I mustn't try and look any deeper into this Copper water. Broken wishing well dreams... I have found the place where they go. I have dwelt in their sorrows as I have dwelt in my own. ThisRusted Reflection
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- Current Residence: california.
- Interests: friends.photo.art.poetry.music.culture.read.shop.sleep.
- Favourite movie: garden state.
- Favourite band or musician: NO DOUBT. the beatles. coldplay.
- Favourite artist: frida kahlo.
- Favourite poet or writer: sylvia plath.
- Favourite photographer: mary ellen mark.
- Personal Quote: que quieres de la vida?
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Aspire to heights never reached, set the standard, lead your own life, and when all else fails, do not cry over the things you can't do, but have the courage to do your best at the things you can.
maricel, i miss you!
how are you doing?
Cool as the pearled interior of a conch.
Bells, hooves, of the high-stipping black goats woke us.
Around our bed the baronial furniture
Foundered through levels of light seagreen and strange.
Not one leaf wrinkled in the clearing air.
We dreamed how we were perfect, and we were.
Against bare, whitewashed walls, the furniture
Anchored itself, griffin-legged and darkly grained.
Two of us in a place meant for ten more-
Our footsteps multiplied in the shadowy chambers,
Our voices fathomed a profounder sound:
The walnut banquet table, the twelve chairs
Mirrored the intricate gestures of two others.
Heavy as a statuary, shapes not ours
Performed a dumbshow in the polished wood,
That cabinet without windows or doors:
He lifts an arm to bring her close, but she
Shies from his touch: his is an iron mood.
Seeing her freeze, he turns his face away.
They poise and grieve as in some old tragedy.
Moon-blanched and implacable, he and she
Would not be eased, released. Our each example
Of tenderness dove through their purgatory
Like a planet, a stone, swallowed in a great darkness,
Leaving no sparky track, setting up no ripple.
Nightly we left them in their desert place.
Lights out, they dogged us, sleepless and envious:
We dreamed their arguments, their stricken voices.
We might embrace, but those two never did,
Come, so unlike us, to a stiff impasse,
Burdened in such a way we seemed the lighter-
Ourselves the haunters, and they, flesh and blood;
As if, above love's ruinage, we were
The heaven those two dreamed of, in despair.
"The Other Two"
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Cool gallery, I like the b/w photos.
Very interesting and emootive portraits.
Greetings
Visit my gallery
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i stayed
on this track
lost my way
can't come back
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Don't call it a comeback.
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As u see.. I love Converse All Stars. I collect pics,posters,shoes,.....blabla...
Please post some cool All star pics....
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