The eyes capture; both the onlooker and the beholder. They say that to look into one’s eyes is to look into one’s very soul. But rather, it is what one sees that truly shapes a soul for those searching the depths. Most people simply view the world with what they plainly see; a tree is nothing more than seasonal leaves and wood. And a stone enriches nothing of the imagination.
In a world such as this, filled with such raw nature, there is beauty and wonder everywhere. Each petal of a flower is crafted with such vibrant colours and more harmonious patterns that a glance could ever do justice; the very wind sings the most enchantin
The eyes capture; both the onlooker and the beholder. They say that to look into one’s eyes is to look into one’s very soul. But rather, it is what one sees that truly shapes a soul for those searching the depths. Most people simply view the world with what they plainly see; a tree is nothing more than seasonal leaves and wood. And a stone enriches nothing of the imagination.
In a world such as this, filled with such raw nature, there is beauty and wonder everywhere. Each petal of a flower is crafted with such vibrant colours and more harmonious patterns that a glance could ever do justice; the very wind sings the most enchantin
What Is A Good Book? by death-in-the-orchard, literature
Literature
What Is A Good Book?
What is a good book?
A good book disappears in your hands. A good book ceases to be pages covered in words. Punctuation becomes natural pauses or tones in a voice, in the language composed of words defined and given meaning by the reader's mind. A good book does not exist in your hands. It exists in the mind. It enters and remains. It unfolds, slowly or rapidly. It builds figures with blurred features, whose emotions and characters stand out to you and are seen by you each moment you turn your eyes in their direction - you often forget their surface. You are able to forgive an ugly character for being ugly, because you do not see the charact
The fat girl glares in envy
At the one the world calls skinny
And the skinny girl glares back
At the one the world calls fat
Fatty wants the slender neck
Skinny wants the breasts
Fatty wants the tiny tummy
Skinny wants the rest
Fatty wants the tiny waist
Fatty wants to breathe
Fatty wants to be the one
The world would call pretty
But there are secrets
That fatty doesn't know
Like the dreams of skinny
And why she feels so low
Skinny may be small
But she wants to gain some weight
So don't call a small girl skinny
It's sometimes a very big mistake
Fat girls may look to skinny
And release an angry sigh
But tiny girls who can
So, after about pretty much a year of nothing and just browsing others on DA, I've decided that I shall add my photo's again! Yay :D So let's see how it goes.
Ok I have been kinda lazy and havent written or taken any photos all holidays!!! But today I am going to do something!!!
If you guys have any idea's for some writing I have open ears! =)