aceblade's works for Wednesday, September 15, 2010

rusted old stand flower pot drooped with green leaves stands alone next to a wooden footstool decrepit in nature wicker chair its friend sitting alone no words said just waiting to be sat upon inanimate objects have lives of thier own...a solitude life but they seem so alone Sign in to see full entry.

darkness has draped its canvas over the sky again controlling our views of the day how thoughtless he is to think that we all agree to be shut out from the sun's beauty the light of mid-day delights or high-noon's heat... the night merely a control freak putting off till tomorrow what we could... Sign in to see full entry.