

My FriendsHere I sit upon the sandMy Friends
Equipped with thoughts and pen in hand Yet not the words do I command
but they command of me.
I just sit and as they come
I write them down one by one No one knows where they come from Somewhere inside of me
Maybe this sound I always hear
I have just forgotten though the years
It is really not so strange to me
Its the sound of my friends reading my poetry.
You gave to me so many things The hopes and dreams of what life can bring And then for be you did something else
You let me stand all by myself &nbs
--
There has been a restoration.
thanks for the
beside that, I'm tagging you
check my journal for rules.
--
One needs not look just to see.
ArtisticGuide: [link]
:/
--
One needs not look just to see.
ArtisticGuide: [link]
--
"He that is doomed is dead, and he that is dead no longer lives." - Alcestis, by Euripides
My MSPaint Art Website-->[link]
--
Also check my News about "My Artworks And Photography"!
Thank you!
--
HOW TO EARN $200 to $1500 PER DAY?
---------------------------------------------------
LEARN HOW TO EARN REAL MONEY AT HOME!
--
shake hips not fists.
Tacky Top Hat: [link]
Tacky Top Hat @ Etsy: [link]
.
.
--
Enjoy and let your imagination
Member of:
*templateartists / ~webgraphix
=deviant-ARAB / ~Arabdesign
~Club-CSS / *Logo-Club
--
"I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)."
-e.e. cummings
I now have a few photos for stock use located at *gild-a-stock please check out her stock!!!
I also put images in my scraps that can be used
Previous Page12345...Next Page