B.Larset
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B.Larset

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    1. Indymom
      Indymom
      Doing great!! You're going to cheer on the Cardinals, right? :)
    2. catalinacat
      catalinacat
      Absolutely perfect.....:judge: :heart:
    3. Felicity
      Felicity
      I like your poetry.
    4. Indymom
      Indymom
      Morning....so tough to get on here lately and stay engaged throughout a debate. UG! I guess real life has to come first. :)
    5. Mad Conservative
      Mad Conservative
      It's Clara Bow. I just like her and how she looks.
    6. Mad Conservative
      Mad Conservative
      I have a new AV now!
    7. Mad Conservative
      Mad Conservative
      I'm not sure what I will do as an av. But I love Chaplin and always have. I made that AV in photoshop several years ago.
      Thanks for liking it too.
    8. Mad Conservative
      Mad Conservative
      Thanks for the welcome and I'll be sure and go check in to her thread!
    9. Jiyuu-Freedom
      Jiyuu-Freedom
      You are spot on and have gotten to know me very well. Gee, I should put some more glamorous pics in my albums but don't want a bad reputation...haw, haw!! A moderator to boot.
    10. Jiyuu-Freedom
      Jiyuu-Freedom
      I didn't realize that I was in "Invisible" mode for the longest time. I turned my light on! Goofy me. Thanks my friend.
    11. Smartmouthwoman
      Smartmouthwoman
    12. Sunkissed
      Sunkissed
      Hee-hee, yeah I drank coffee a little too late and really need to head to bed! That's probably the only photo I have without any make-up on...my online identity is safely secured in the event I run across brick-and-mortar peeps on here :p Really nice poem & another Ray Lamontagne fan! We shall get along swimmingly :)
    13. B.Larset
      B.Larset
      These steps caused by time from bearing this weight I couldn't wait to know for you are now through. To say bye is all thats left for us two, too do.
      Part ways and seek better days, where we are free to analyze the cries from our eyes, for the dreams of us to our needs and loves pleas, giving us reflections through tears and helping to abandon our fears.
      (In a book in a box in the closet)
      (In a line in a song I once heard)

      Reflections through tears.
      Notes: Describe everything about the picture without ever using any reference to Tanya.
      These reflections of visions, showing us the strength sorrows build to hearts broken with loving care and untended to with a firm forgetting; turn to pleasures of pain worn outward and painted by grief. Projections indeed of surety, and wearing the knowing of tears mirrored through years from workouts to hurts. Exercises to strengthen falling in and out of togetherness.

      Falling like night, stark contrasts to the day commissioned to play times cruel symphony. The dark lays and moves rolls and meets, touches then rushes around her outward grief. Black slivers don the landscape of rich tormented applause. Like a crowd they gather in places and congregate to watch the unfolding of loves toneless melody.
      (In a line in a song I once I heard)
      (In a moment on a front porch late one june)

      A saddened fixture, now set like a monument of stone placed here on display. Carved out of memories from paths walked with steps to promises that were broken. With a silence only she can hear, left statued and mourning for the mornings light to run the bitter darkness of love away so she can remain still, frozen and lifeless a picturesque shell on display for another day. A sculpture to the best of the worst for the last of her first hurts. Giving whispers to her whole hearts parts. Starting to stop the hands of feeling as the minutes and seconds turn to days and hours. Holding her here for the begining of an end to a now without him.
      (In a breath inside a whisper beneath the moon)
      (There it was at the tip of my fingers)
      Finished(outline)
      These steps taken in time, caused from bearing this weight I couldn't wait to know for you, are now through. To say bye is all thats left for us two, too do. Part ways and seek better days, where we are free to analyze the cries from our eyes, for the dreams of us to our needs and loves pleas. Now we are freed and in this you owe me. For giving us reflections through tears and helping, abandon our fears.

      Reflections of visions, showing us the strength sorrows build to hearts broken with loving care and untended to with a firm forgetting. Pleasures of pain worn outward painted by grief. Projections indeed of surety, and wearing the knowing of tears mirrored through years from workouts to hurts. Exercises to strengthen falling in and out of togetherness.

      Falling like night, stark contrasts to the day commissioned to play times cruel symphony. The dark lays and moves rolls and meets, touches then rushes around her outward grief. Black slivers don the landscape of rich tormented applause. Like a crowd they gather in places and congregate to watch the unfolding of loves toneless melody.

      A saddened fixture, now set like a monument of stone placed here on display. Carved out of memories from paths walked with steps to promises that were broken. With a silence only she can hear, left statued and mourning for the mornings light to run the bitter darkness of love away so she can remain still, frozen and lifeless a picturesque shell on display for another day. A sculpture to the best of the worst.( not done)
    14. LenaSrb
      LenaSrb
      Hello, B. :)
    15. Jiyuu-Freedom
      Jiyuu-Freedom
      Thank you. It's good to be back. I got a new HP desktop. My old beast died...LOL.
    16. catalinacat
      catalinacat
      I love Incubus - thank you Larset!
    17. April flowers
      April flowers
      Thank you! OK, Cool.
    18. daisydotell
      daisydotell
      That has happened to me and the things I suggested sometimes work and sometimes not. It will eventually go away.
    19. wopper stopper
      wopper stopper
      yes add.

      I thougt we got friended a long time ago. guess not
    20. LadyBug
      LadyBug
      Hey! Sorry I had a super busy weekend! Did get much time go on the forum! How was your weekend?
    21. B.Larset
      B.Larset
      Still, like two fragile leaves one
      loosed and freed, yet not moved
      in a wind that cry's around it. We
      are left with motions stolen from
      our eyes that ready us for this :
      The bliss of goodbye.
      (Why do I do that...)

      Still moved and tried, memories
      are left wide eyed. Drifting through
      a season of needs, two lofty
      travelers neither of them freed.
      Time yells out its plea, remember me.
      (so you think you can tell.. )

      Lingers of reached for things
      bring us here facing the beginning
      of our last end or then. How I wish
      this was missed and left to grow
      away. Swept asunder with that
      yesterday. Fate speaks still.
      (can you tell a green field)

      Staying stranded in silence
      looking out onto worded paths.
      Covered with ideas and neatly
      trimmed in opinion. Quiet steps
      shared without a glance.
      Moved by chance, still cold as
      we go, steady is our stance.
      (I can see very well)
      (There's a boat on the reef)
      ( with a broken back)
      (And I can see it very well)

      What can I see to feel that's
      to be righted? What's not sighted?
      Added together these verses mature
      into a beautiful blight. Grown glad
      with sad and hidden by the light.
      Tended by you it seems while I dream.
      (There's a joke and I know it very well)
      (It's one of those that I told you long ago)

      My fingers moving, still find places
      to land working under the duress
      of my hands. Made to obey the
      passions of this weary and cautious
      man. Who me? Yes, you two. The
      ones sharing the same keyboard
      & seething blue. Please think it through.
      (Once a fool had a good part in the play)
      (If it's so would I still be here today)
      (It's quite peculiar in a funny sort of way)

      Chastised with goodness, yet no stain
      among us. Except for greetings in casual
      meetings, those awful teachings now
      held beneath us, become all that reach us.
      (They think it's very funny everything I say)
      (Get a load of him, he's so insane)

      When I fall though, I do it real and under
      the nature of what I know. Listen to some
      descriptions : Hard, down, still, away from,
      to, too, with, for ; even- some more and yes
      like a leaf. And as friends who begin to an end
      the fallen leaf is a befitting representation for
      the once, them. Psst did ya hear the one about
      the leaves? One is loosed the other freed, hahaha.
      ( You better get your coat dear It looks like rain )
      (We'll come again next Thursday afternoon)
      (The In-laws hope they'll see you very soon)
      (But is it in your conscience that you're after)
      (Another glimpse of the madman across the water)

      [IMG]
    22. Trinnity
      Trinnity
      Ah, nice. I miss Trent's sexy long hair. <bummer>
    23. Trinnity
      Trinnity
      Hiya honey.......where's my Trent??? <deprived>
    24. Shangrila
      Shangrila
      So much to do, so little time.
    25. Shangrila
      Shangrila
      Its just a pic off the www, just similar to my style.
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    Personal choices from inner voices spoken with whispered lips, fund sorrows deeply known where I reason the right of our wrongs. Understanding when and why they were grown lends passion to actions lost through moments of us as, kind. Each to the other and further along with unanswered tries that turn to goodbye. From love's heeding, this loss moves fleeting lessening togethers needing. Giving us the beginning of an ends who's days portray this as nothings mends. Where times trouble causes pauses for passions melody endured quietly and shared rightly.