Tiny Tea ShopYour eyes trace circles in your mug Ripple after ripple of talk Now it seems you’ve given upTiny Tea Shop
The ceylon steam runs across your fingers You look at me but your eyes don’t linger I want to say words But my mouth can’t figure it out figure it out
And even the rain is lazy About coming down. While here in this tiny tea shop I’ve finally hit the ground Why is tea the only thing you wanna do In this whole damn town While neither of us can make a sound?
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Children -- Chap 2: Part 3 Joshua woke in a strange room. The bed was much larger than his own, yet smaller than his parents’. The walls were decorated with wall hangings - a rainbow flag with the word “peace” written across it, a large green tapestry with a design in black - and from the ceiling many strange and wondrous creatures hung. Joshua spotted a wooden pegasus painted black and gold, and a flying frog, and in the window a stained-glass dragon and pegasus faced each other. A bead-covered lizard crawled up the wall in a corner, and a great chinese dragon flew around the ceiling. Created of dyed paper, wood and feathers, it waChildren -- Chap 2: Part 3
Children -- Chap 2: Part 2In his bed, Joshua twisted and turned, rolling from side to side as he struggled to sleep. It had nothing to do with tiredness; he was exhausted. But he couldn’t get the girl’s face out of his mind. She stood before him every time his eyes closed, tears streaming down her cheeks. He could not see her, but he always seemed to feel her right beside him, or behind him - whichever direction he was not looking. She was watching him as he rolled back and forth across the bed. The room seemed to have trouble deciding whether it wanted to be an oven or an icebox. Sweat kept the blankets tight around hisChildren -- Chap 2: Part 2
The False-Front Girl That girl is like the old false-front building. I’ve spent so many years playing among the fallen bricks that I know her entirely, inside and out. I know the facade, I see what everyone else sees, but I’ve also found the lush garden of weeds that has grown up around her ruined interior. And perhaps it is that secret that makes her beautiful to me: a secret of hope, regrowth and possibilities.The False-Front Girl
It used to be a garden store, I am told, but when she was young she caught fire and very little survived. Rumors abound regarding the fire’s start; some claim it was a pair of local boys looking for fun, while others say it was j
Escape
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Angst is like bad ham. It's bad while you eat it, worse while you're digesting it, and torturous coming out. But it passes. and then there's room for ice cream.
ARTISAN CRAFTS, BITCHES!
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Hey, check out art please
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rei and the spiders from mars
OK, I have added you to my contact list and I will hit you up sometime.
So, where would you go if you leave dA? With the way things are currently going I am considering leaving as well
Anyways, have a great weekend
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Restore trust to deviantART.
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Bring back dA community
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love is not blind. It is we who are blind, alone and crying in the dark, and love who comes and finds us, lighting our way and helping us find each other.
woo hoo! ~frankienexus adopted me!
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