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"Have you ever had so much to say that your mouth closed up tight struggling to harness the nuclear force coalescing within your words?
Have you ever had so many thoughts churning inside you that you didn’t dare let them escape in case they blew you wide open?
Have you ever been so angry that you couldn’t look in the mirror for fear of finding the face of evil glaring back at you?”  — Ellen Hopkins

a territorial marking (by brookeshaden)

"Have you ever had so much to say that your mouth closed up tight struggling to harness the nuclear force coalescing within your words?

Have you ever had so many thoughts churning inside you that you didn’t dare let them escape in case they blew you wide open?

Have you ever been so angry that you couldn’t look in the mirror for fear of finding the face of evil glaring back at you?” — Ellen Hopkins

a territorial marking (by brookeshaden)

"I love bright words, words up and singing early;
Words that are luminous in the dark, and sing;
Warm lazy words, white cattle under trees;
I love words opalescent, cool, and pearly,
Like midsummer moths, and honied words like bees, 
Gilded and sticky, with a little sting.” 
— Elinor Wylie

.. . Luminous Bright Orange . .. (by tommatsch (New Gallerys”Noisy & EOS”))

"I love bright words, words up and singing early;

Words that are luminous in the dark, and sing;

Warm lazy words, white cattle under trees;

I love words opalescent, cool, and pearly,

Like midsummer moths, and honied words like bees,

Gilded and sticky, with a little sting.” 

— Elinor Wylie

.. . Luminous Bright Orange . .. (by tommatsch (New Gallerys”Noisy & EOS”))

After Awhile...

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…you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning 
And company doesn’t mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn…
With every goodbye you learn.

~ Veronica A. Shoffstall