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All Work and No Play...Throw yourself into work.All Work and No Play... by Alaminia
Throw yourself into projects.
Into art and fixer upper DIYs and distractions.
Throw yourself to forget.
To be busy enough not to feel the loneliness
or the grieving
Or the sadness.
and move on.
Just for now.
Forget the hurt.
Lie and say your fine.
Seclude but don't hide.
Show them a smile and get your ass back to work.
Always a project.
Always a task.
Always keep busy.
Dont slow down now or you'll crash and burn
As Stars Return to the Skiesi have cried a small river in the set of the sunAs Stars Return to the Skies by Alaminia
but there will be no life from the salty infertile land.
the floodgates of sorrow have burst at death's strike.
and dealt to me an unfathomable hand.
a light and star that had shone here on earth
in laughter and wit and song and dance
returned to the skies, too soon i believe.
i no longer believe in the fates or in chance.
all things happen as they're meant to, i'm sure
but "why?" is a question unanswered yet asked.
you pick from the garden the best of the flowers
and the best of the times are times that can't last.
an angel with wings that spread out to so many
for "best" and "most wonderful" are words fit for her.
the river of tears joins many a cried stream
and now she is gone - oh unspeakable words.
a fallen star's shine is not brightest on earth.
that lesson i learned from someone long ago.
but we can still love them when they shine from the sky
and we can wait and remember the starlight that shone.
Itty bitty flightless fleck The little bird with ribboned wingsItty bitty flightless fleck by Alaminia
didn't know she couldn't fly.
the cage she knew had shadowed her
so she never thought to try.
no one ever told her
someone had clipped her wings.
shed lived safe in familiarity
and sat in cage to sing.
the bars were comfort to a world
she never knew she missed.
so when released she tried the things
that others would insist.
and funny thing for little birds
who grew up behind walls.
when never taught and never learned,
the flightless learn they fall.
And no more does caged bird sing
no more to tweet or peck.
All the while she will remain
a flighless feathered fleck
Favourite genre of music: Broadway? and anything but country. haha my music has jazz, classic rock, hard rock, classical piano and violin, soft rock, pop, rap, indie, musicals, and punk |
Favourite style of art: i love it all but i prefer fantasy stuff and looking at digital. i paint in watercolor and acrylic, draw in pencil
MP3 player of choice: don't have an ipod or anything. just listen to stuff on my computer/ipad wherever i go, and pandora
Wallpaper of choice: dA art
Skin of choice: mine? idk haha
Favourite cartoon character: Tweety Bird
Personal Quote: theres no such things as normal in a world of indaviduals