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Swish.
Scrape.
Scratch.
We silently create.
Together...
Yet apart.
We are artists.
We speak the language of the heart.
Brush, paint, canvas.
Paper coated in black clay, wire tools, scratched surface.
We create.
Together...
Yet apart.
We are artists.
Paper, pen, fingers tapping on a laptop.
We are artists.
Who write...
The language of the heart.
And, like children, we play.
We flow with words in the land of imagination.
We flow with lines and colours,
and the palette of our emotions.
We speak the language of the heart.
Together...
Yet apart.
We are artists.
Dedicated to my daughter Mary and her boyfriend Jeremy.  I loved our art session together!
 May 2016 paulina
Sylvia Plath
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
 May 2016 paulina
i
your life (10w)
 May 2016 paulina
i
don't be a book everyone gets to
read and understand.
 May 2016 paulina
NV
I
TOLD
YOU.

AND I AM
TELLING
YOU
AGAIN.

I AM GOING TO HOLD YOUR HEAD UP,
WHILE I HOLD YOUR HAND.
 May 2016 paulina
Luisa C
you say the moment you get a car
you’ll drive me to the beach at night
so we can lie down and count the stars
i’ll make sure to take down
the prettiest one for you

but i also want to keep it for myself
that way, whenever i miss
gazing into your eyes
i can take a look at the sky's piece
and not feel so alone

it won't shine twice as much
as you do, though.

— The End —