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I am a chameleon Black, white, red or blue I’ll be whoever you want me to. In therapy I’m told it’s because I don’t know who I actually am, but the thing is there I am also a chameleon. While sitting in that uncomfortable leather chair I’m a girl unsure- broken by the weight the world places on my shoulder but outside of that room I’m more sure of myself then I am sure of the laws of gravity. I am a chameleon Most days my name is Emma, other days its Emilia and on the rare occasion its Ellie. It may seem a little odd to you to have so many different names but I think it’s because I truly am different people. See Emma is serious, but she has a fun side, while Emilia is fun with a serious side. Ellie is that broken girl from the uncomfortable chair while Emilia is always smiling never feeling an ounce of pain. Emma, well she’s broken too, but in a different way- that dosen’t matter much though because there is no way in hell she will let anyone see that. I am a chameleon But not in a disingenuous way. I’m not trying to lie or make you like me. Don’t get me wrong, I want you to like me, but I learned long ago that no matter how hard I try there will always be someone who doesn’t. I am a chameleon Because I love you so much it hurts, that’s why I want you to have a version of me you flel in love with. The person I truly am changes with the tide- she is far to disconcerting. So for you I will pretend that I find “Grey’s Anatomy” enjoyable or that I like eating eggs because you deserve some shred of consistency. I am a chameleon I hide from the world by blending into the background- it’s safer that way. Not just for me, but for you to. That way I can only show the parts of me that is safe for you to see. The heaviest pieces that have caused so many people to run will remain invisible. You tell me you want to see. You tell me that you want to carry my burdens. The thing is, others have tried but, eventually, they are all crushed under the weight of my brokenness. So, I am not afraid that you will leave, I am afraid that you will stay. I am a chameleon Because I choose to be. See if I blend in then you can’t get too close to me. The farther away you are, the less it will hurt should I disappear and the last thing I want to do is hurt you. So… I am a chameleon Because I haven’t truly decided if I am going to stay yet.
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Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 5:58 PM UTC
emma_beckett
I am a Chameleon
I am a chameleon Black, white, red or blue I’ll be whoever you want me to. In therapy I’m told it’s because I don’t know who I actually am, but the thing is there I am also a chameleon. While sitting in that uncomfortable leather chair I’m a girl unsure- broken by the weight the world places on my shoulder but outside of that room I’m more sure of myself then I am sure of the laws of gravity. I am a chameleon Most days my name is Emma, other days its Emilia and on the rare occasion its Ellie. It may seem a little odd to you to have so many different names but I think it’s because I truly am different people. See Emma is serious, but she has a fun side, while Emilia is fun with a serious side. Ellie is that broken girl from the uncomfortable chair while Emilia is always smiling never feeling an ounce of pain. Emma, well she’s broken too, but in a different way- that dosen’t matter much though because there is no way in hell she will let anyone see that. I am a chameleon But not in a disingenuous way. I’m not trying to lie or make you like me. Don’t get me wrong, I want you to like me, but I learned long ago that no matter how hard I try there will always be someone who doesn’t. I am a chameleon Because I love you so much it hurts, that’s why I want you to have a version of me you flel in love with. The person I truly am changes with the tide- she is far to disconcerting. So for you I will pretend that I find “Grey’s Anatomy” enjoyable or that I like eating eggs because you deserve some shred of consistency. I am a chameleon I hide from the world by blending into the background- it’s safer that way. Not just for me, but for you to. That way I can only show the parts of me that is safe for you to see. The heaviest pieces that have caused so many people to run will remain invisible. You tell me you want to see. You tell me that you want to carry my burdens. The thing is, others have tried but, eventually, they are all crushed under the weight of my brokenness. So, I am not afraid that you will leave, I am afraid that you will stay. I am a chameleon Because I choose to be. See if I blend in then you can’t get too close to me. The farther away you are, the less it will hurt should I disappear and the last thing I want to do is hurt you. So… I am a chameleon Because I haven’t truly decided if I am going to stay yet.
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_New York                                after a trip to Mexico, & not finally explored_.    In 1991, shortly before he died,                                   Motherwell   remembered a "conspiracy of silence"                        regarding Paalen´s innovative role in the genesis of Abstract Expressionism. Upon return from Mexico,                       Motherwell               spent time developing his creative principle               based on automatism:    "what I realized was that Americans      potentially could paint like angels,              but that there      was no effective                        creative principle around,                      so that everybody      who liked modern art        was copying it;                            Gorky was copying Picasso;                          ******* was copying Picasso;                   De Kooni                                   ng was copying Picasso;               I mean,          I say this unqualifiedly,                   I was painting French intimate pictures or whatever:             All we needed was a creative principle,             I mean something that would mobilize this capacity to paint in a creative way,                   & that's what Europe                         had that we                         hadn't had;                                                 we had always followed in their wake                         &       I thought of all the possibilities             |               [                    ], [                 ]    of free association—because I also had    a psychoanalytic background & I understood the implications of—let's just say it might be the best chance                           to really make something entirely new which everybody agreed was the thing to do;" Thus, in the early 1940s,          Robert Motherwell played a significant role in laying the foundations for the new movement of Abstract Expressionism (or the New York School):                  "Matta wanted to start a revolution,  m [a movement w/in                    Surrealism].                   He asked me to find some other                   American artists that would help start   a new movement;                   it was then that Baziotes                                            & I went to see ******* & de Kooning       & Hofmann & Kamrowski &     Busa & several other people;      &                                           if we could come with something;      Peggy Guggenheim, who liked us said that she      would put on a show of this new business;      ... so I went around explaining         _the theory of automatism_      to everybody because _the only way_      that you could have a _move - - - ment_      was that it had some _common_                                                        _principle_. It sort of all began that way." In 1942 Motherwell began to exhibit        his work in New York and in 1944        he had his first one-man show at        Peggy Guggenheim’s _“Art of This Century”_ gallery;                   that same year,                   the MoMA                   was the first museum                   purchase one of his works;   From the mid-1940s,                   Motherwell [                   ], [                 ]. (            )                   became the leading spokesman                   for _avant-garde art in America_;                   his circle coming to include                                           William Baziotes,                   David Hare, Barnett Newman,                         & Mark Rothko, with whom he eventually             started the Subjects of the Artist School (1948–49). In 1949 Motherwell divorced             Maria Emilia Ferreira y Moyeros    and in 1950 he married Bettie                                                                   Little,                                                                   with whom he had two daughters
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Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 11:18 PM UTC
johnny-noiπ
Eli Simple as MOTHERWELL in "Automatic" [w/ Milky Toes as Peggy Guggenheim]:::NOW:::PLAYING:::w/ IT
_New York                                after a trip to Mexico, & not finally explored_.    In 1991, shortly before he died,                                   Motherwell   remembered a "conspiracy of silence"                        regarding Paalen´s innovative role in the genesis of Abstract Expressionism. Upon return from Mexico,                       Motherwell               spent time developing his creative principle               based on automatism:    "what I realized was that Americans      potentially could paint like angels,              but that there      was no effective                        creative principle around,                      so that everybody      who liked modern art        was copying it;                            Gorky was copying Picasso;                          ******* was copying Picasso;                   De Kooni                                   ng was copying Picasso;               I mean,          I say this unqualifiedly,                   I was painting French intimate pictures or whatever:             All we needed was a creative principle,             I mean something that would mobilize this capacity to paint in a creative way,                   & that's what Europe                         had that we                         hadn't had;                                                 we had always followed in their wake                         &       I thought of all the possibilities             |               [                    ], [                 ]    of free association—because I also had    a psychoanalytic background & I understood the implications of—let's just say it might be the best chance                           to really make something entirely new which everybody agreed was the thing to do;" Thus, in the early 1940s,          Robert Motherwell played a significant role in laying the foundations for the new movement of Abstract Expressionism (or the New York School):                  "Matta wanted to start a revolution,  m [a movement w/in                    Surrealism].                   He asked me to find some other                   American artists that would help start   a new movement;                   it was then that Baziotes                                            & I went to see ******* & de Kooning       & Hofmann & Kamrowski &     Busa & several other people;      &                                           if we could come with something;      Peggy Guggenheim, who liked us said that she      would put on a show of this new business;      ... so I went around explaining         _the theory of automatism_      to everybody because _the only way_      that you could have a _move - - - ment_      was that it had some _common_                                                        _principle_. It sort of all began that way." In 1942 Motherwell began to exhibit        his work in New York and in 1944        he had his first one-man show at        Peggy Guggenheim’s _“Art of This Century”_ gallery;                   that same year,                   the MoMA                   was the first museum                   purchase one of his works;   From the mid-1940s,                   Motherwell [                   ], [                 ]. (            )                   became the leading spokesman                   for _avant-garde art in America_;                   his circle coming to include                                           William Baziotes,                   David Hare, Barnett Newman,                         & Mark Rothko, with whom he eventually             started the Subjects of the Artist School (1948–49). In 1949 Motherwell divorced             Maria Emilia Ferreira y Moyeros    and in 1950 he married Bettie                                                                   Little,                                                                   with whom he had two daughters
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Skip to News Feed Facebook Search Facebook Sam Home Friend Requests Messages 1 Notifications Account Settings Sam Grenier Edit Profile FAVORITES News Feed 4 Messages Events 2 Saved Sale Groups APPS 16 Games Tetris Battle Drop UberStrike Tetris Battle 4 Candy Crush Saga Superball Fourplay Qilox HotShot Piano Tiles: Don't Tap The Tile Drop It Daily Snake 20+ Games Feed GROUPS 20+ A Poet's Haven 20+ Political Debate Group New Groups Create Group FRIENDS Hillside Fish House PAGES Read more 20+ Pages Feed Like Pages Create Page Create Ad INTERESTS Pages and Public Figures DEVELOPER Manage Apps Insights EVENTS Create Event birthday Steve Stone and 2 others TRENDING Chris Hemsworth: 1st Image of Actor as 'Ghostbusters' Character Released Rick ******** Republican Candidate Withdrawing From Presidential Race, Report Says Me Before You: Warner Bros. Releases Photos and Trailer From Upcoming Film Starring Emilia Clark See More GAMES See More PEOPLE YOU MAY KNOWSee All PEOPLE YOU MAY KNOW Bryton Rieck 5 mutual friends Add Friend Rob Hoesley 62 mutual friends Add Friend Jayce Overton 19 mutual friends Add Friend English (US) · Privacy · Terms · Cookies · Advertising · Ad Choices · More Facebook © 2016 Update StatusAdd Photos/VideoChoose Files Create Photo AlbumChoose a file to uploadChoose Files What's on your mind? Public Post News Feed Abbey Engel was tagged in Abbey Zastrow's photo. Abbey Zastrow with Abbey Engel. 19 hrs · Instagram · Transformation Tuesday w/ my bestie
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Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 3:35 PM UTC
sam-stone-grenier
FB
Skip to News Feed Facebook Search Facebook Sam Home Friend Requests Messages 1 Notifications Account Settings Sam Grenier Edit Profile FAVORITES News Feed 4 Messages Events 2 Saved Sale Groups APPS 16 Games Tetris Battle Drop UberStrike Tetris Battle 4 Candy Crush Saga Superball Fourplay Qilox HotShot Piano Tiles: Don't Tap The Tile Drop It Daily Snake 20+ Games Feed GROUPS 20+ A Poet's Haven 20+ Political Debate Group New Groups Create Group FRIENDS Hillside Fish House PAGES Read more 20+ Pages Feed Like Pages Create Page Create Ad INTERESTS Pages and Public Figures DEVELOPER Manage Apps Insights EVENTS Create Event birthday Steve Stone and 2 others TRENDING Chris Hemsworth: 1st Image of Actor as 'Ghostbusters' Character Released Rick ******** Republican Candidate Withdrawing From Presidential Race, Report Says Me Before You: Warner Bros. Releases Photos and Trailer From Upcoming Film Starring Emilia Clark See More GAMES See More PEOPLE YOU MAY KNOWSee All PEOPLE YOU MAY KNOW Bryton Rieck 5 mutual friends Add Friend Rob Hoesley 62 mutual friends Add Friend Jayce Overton 19 mutual friends Add Friend English (US) · Privacy · Terms · Cookies · Advertising · Ad Choices · More Facebook © 2016 Update StatusAdd Photos/VideoChoose Files Create Photo AlbumChoose a file to uploadChoose Files What's on your mind? Public Post News Feed Abbey Engel was tagged in Abbey Zastrow's photo. Abbey Zastrow with Abbey Engel. 19 hrs · Instagram · Transformation Tuesday w/ my bestie
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The one constant in life, raised by the strong and the bold, standing up to those who aimed to shoot her down, never giving up, always giving her all, continuing step after step after each hard fall. The generosity beheld, selfless to those who needed a hand, just a call away for loved ones shaken from life's unyielding grip, never rejecting an opportunity to be a shoulder to cry on, looking up to those cherished friends who she so easily came upon. The love shared with those around her, without judgement or criticism, revealing a half-witted sense of humor, making fun out of uncomfortable situations, sometimes embarrassing for her closest relations. She taught me what I know today, strength, ambition, selflessness, love, coming from a line of strong women like no one's ever seen before, passed from mother to daughter, generation to generation, filling me immensely with adoration. Elizabeth, my mother, who learned from the best; Emilia, who built unbreakable bonds. Now passing that way of life onto her daughters; Eryn and Elise. The strongest women you will ever meet, setting us up to accomplish remarkable feats.
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Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC
elise-5
October 12, 1964
The one constant in life, raised by the strong and the bold, standing up to those who aimed to shoot her down, never giving up, always giving her all, continuing step after step after each hard fall. The generosity beheld, selfless to those who needed a hand, just a call away for loved ones shaken from life's unyielding grip, never rejecting an opportunity to be a shoulder to cry on, looking up to those cherished friends who she so easily came upon. The love shared with those around her, without judgement or criticism, revealing a half-witted sense of humor, making fun out of uncomfortable situations, sometimes embarrassing for her closest relations. She taught me what I know today, strength, ambition, selflessness, love, coming from a line of strong women like no one's ever seen before, passed from mother to daughter, generation to generation, filling me immensely with adoration. Elizabeth, my mother, who learned from the best; Emilia, who built unbreakable bonds. Now passing that way of life onto her daughters; Eryn and Elise. The strongest women you will ever meet, setting us up to accomplish remarkable feats.
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Emilia What a beauty I saw as you strutted on past me Singing a 70's tune on the sidewalk looking absolutely classy Your hair was long and your skirt, kinda flashy your eyes were set free from your cute little glasses your voice was like a blade you sliced me like an apple you were a glowing caramel latte in a crowd full of ******** I remember your presence luminescent as the moon over a castle in the forest and how you light up every room you're in my blood like we're one body I rep you proud with a tattoo there's not a day that I don't miss you or a minute wishing I didn't have to
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
julie-butler
Emilia
Emilia What a beauty I saw as you strutted on past me Singing a 70's tune on the sidewalk looking absolutely classy Your hair was long and your skirt, kinda flashy your eyes were set free from your cute little glasses your voice was like a blade you sliced me like an apple you were a glowing caramel latte in a crowd full of ******** I remember your presence luminescent as the moon over a castle in the forest and how you light up every room you're in my blood like we're one body I rep you proud with a tattoo there's not a day that I don't miss you or a minute wishing I didn't have to
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8yrs young lo0000nnnnnnnnggggggggg thick  shiny  blue  black  hair Air Force Papa wanted a Wash N Wear He wanted mija* with Dorthy Hamill hair So I was ordered to March down the street to Emilias Holy Carport Emilia La Bautista Mexicana* She knew no english but she knew Jesus She'd cut your hair and save your soul That day i requested un "Dori Hamel" Cut She smiled and charismaticly said Amen! Te vas a ver muy bonita* Her holy * tijeras snipped my hair glided to the cement floor like feathers off angels wings She made me look right she made me look left and when i looked up... I HAD A MULLET my tears came down because of my Dukes of Hazzard crown and I marched home to Dixie
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Feb 4, 2011
Feb 4, 2011 at 7:32 PM UTC
rayos
My Crowning Glory
8yrs young lo0000nnnnnnnnggggggggg thick  shiny  blue  black  hair Air Force Papa wanted a Wash N Wear He wanted mija* with Dorthy Hamill hair So I was ordered to March down the street to Emilias Holy Carport Emilia La Bautista Mexicana* She knew no english but she knew Jesus She'd cut your hair and save your soul That day i requested un "Dori Hamel" Cut She smiled and charismaticly said Amen! Te vas a ver muy bonita* Her holy * tijeras snipped my hair glided to the cement floor like feathers off angels wings She made me look right she made me look left and when i looked up... I HAD A MULLET my tears came down because of my Dukes of Hazzard crown and I marched home to Dixie
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Kiriaki Olivia Eleni Mada-lozi from Piraeus Greece Billy ugly Marcia, Sherry Shriki, Darni, Judy Gim, Alb- tch, Jeff Albr.. Henry Robert W Impotent ejaculator precosē. Charles manson's advocates; Henry Robert narcissistic your sociopath psychopath nurse from hell in LA CA. You aren't above the law Poisoners sterile hainas   Susan WRat no. **** human predators human traficants to hell with you all- ratas inmundas! Emilia Velazquez thief IHSS should put you in jail And immigration take your green card stealing my savings and stimulus money cashed. Shame on you rata inmunda ladrona. Filthy rats Creeping animals **** of life Shoddy monstrosity. Subhuman Spectres of Hell **** vermins How much damaged you've done to me and my daughter's Poisoning them with hallucinogenic metamphetamins psychotropics without them knowing Then, blackmailing them to give up their parental rights to sterile haenas jealous medeas Add insult to injury to my family forcing psychiatric pill intake to hide your ancient crimes Your hate crime is now public susan ra-t-ano hell ***** You bought my grown daughter from the human predators I had escaped from 1982. Coward filthy **** ***** Vermin word raitano Poisonous serpent Waste of life I hate you and despise you. Two-legged rats I'm talking to you all because creeping creatures, even being the most cursed, compared to your evildoers vermin human predators, a creeping snake stands taller than you all. **** leeches **** cockraoches you who infects with bites, who hurts and who kills. Slanders trashing whoever is holy good and precious You Vermin Poisonous serpents Waste of life I hate you and despise you. I bind to you all my motherly pain I curse you in every life time. Two-legged filthy rats, I'm talking to you! because a creeping creature, even being the most cursed and ugly, in hell, on Earth unwelcome in heaven, compared to you **** brains. stands much taller. You're listening to me useless Hyena of Hell How much I hate you and despise you! **** leech **** cockraoch you who infects with bites, who hurts and who kills. Vermin Poisonous serpents In everyone's paradise. Waste of life I hate you and despise you. Two-legged my filthy rats I'm talking to you too ***** donors madalozi charms.bos henry welonek. because a creeping creature, even being the most cursed compared to you You stand even smaller. ~~~~~~~ Repost. By Paquita del Barrio And Karijinbba. 1976-present All Rights.
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Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 9:35 PM UTC
karijinbba
Henry R W. ElizabethWG Susan W Rat no Arthur R
Kiriaki Olivia Eleni Mada-lozi from Piraeus Greece Billy ugly Marcia, Sherry Shriki, Darni, Judy Gim, Alb- tch, Jeff Albr.. Henry Robert W Impotent ejaculator precosē. Charles manson's advocates; Henry Robert narcissistic your sociopath psychopath nurse from hell in LA CA. You aren't above the law Poisoners sterile hainas   Susan WRat no. **** human predators human traficants to hell with you all- ratas inmundas! Emilia Velazquez thief IHSS should put you in jail And immigration take your green card stealing my savings and stimulus money cashed. Shame on you rata inmunda ladrona. Filthy rats Creeping animals **** of life Shoddy monstrosity. Subhuman Spectres of Hell **** vermins How much damaged you've done to me and my daughter's Poisoning them with hallucinogenic metamphetamins psychotropics without them knowing Then, blackmailing them to give up their parental rights to sterile haenas jealous medeas Add insult to injury to my family forcing psychiatric pill intake to hide your ancient crimes Your hate crime is now public susan ra-t-ano hell ***** You bought my grown daughter from the human predators I had escaped from 1982. Coward filthy **** ***** Vermin word raitano Poisonous serpent Waste of life I hate you and despise you. Two-legged rats I'm talking to you all because creeping creatures, even being the most cursed, compared to your evildoers vermin human predators, a creeping snake stands taller than you all. **** leeches **** cockraoches you who infects with bites, who hurts and who kills. Slanders trashing whoever is holy good and precious You Vermin Poisonous serpents Waste of life I hate you and despise you. I bind to you all my motherly pain I curse you in every life time. Two-legged filthy rats, I'm talking to you! because a creeping creature, even being the most cursed and ugly, in hell, on Earth unwelcome in heaven, compared to you **** brains. stands much taller. You're listening to me useless Hyena of Hell How much I hate you and despise you! **** leech **** cockraoch you who infects with bites, who hurts and who kills. Vermin Poisonous serpents In everyone's paradise. Waste of life I hate you and despise you. Two-legged my filthy rats I'm talking to you too ***** donors madalozi charms.bos henry welonek. because a creeping creature, even being the most cursed compared to you You stand even smaller. ~~~~~~~ Repost. By Paquita del Barrio And Karijinbba. 1976-present All Rights.
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✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✵✹✰✧★✴ 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎, 𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎. ✵✹✰✧★✴ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰
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Mar 25, 2021
Mar 25, 2021 at 10:55 PM UTC
YohDreams
Emilia
✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✵✹✰✧★✴ 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎, 𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎. ✵✹✰✧★✴ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰
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. *to Emilia, you are the method to my madness* I will cry my heart out now for every hypothetical tragedy. I’ll break my heart now so I don’t have to— in another life, or a life yet to come, drown myself in some apocalyptic loss. Unceremonious departures. Haunt me for life. Mourn you for all the ways you’d die. Prepare myself for inconsolable grief in a simulation of a graveyard. Tombstone upon tombstone: Dug, prodded, buried, sunk. My dear, to my dismay, you are but a mortal, implicated in the immortality of love. In the book of all conclusions, written in an indecipherable tongue, your name engraved in feeble marble, an expiration date in bright, blinding red. How can we cheat Oblivion? How do we defy Death? You shrug with a confident nonchalance. What is Death to Love Imperishable?   What is Eternity of a moment to Oblivion? We are in the dress rehearsal for the season’s première and the grand finale. The Universe has been on our side all along, it’s poured every blood, toil and tear into years of conspiration and orchestration, for our one delicate point convergence. One chance against all odds. One intersection against all parallels. So come what may— Take my hand and break a leg.
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Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 12:09 AM UTC
eliciahurst
Dress Rehearsal for the Finale
. *to Emilia, you are the method to my madness* I will cry my heart out now for every hypothetical tragedy. I’ll break my heart now so I don’t have to— in another life, or a life yet to come, drown myself in some apocalyptic loss. Unceremonious departures. Haunt me for life. Mourn you for all the ways you’d die. Prepare myself for inconsolable grief in a simulation of a graveyard. Tombstone upon tombstone: Dug, prodded, buried, sunk. My dear, to my dismay, you are but a mortal, implicated in the immortality of love. In the book of all conclusions, written in an indecipherable tongue, your name engraved in feeble marble, an expiration date in bright, blinding red. How can we cheat Oblivion? How do we defy Death? You shrug with a confident nonchalance. What is Death to Love Imperishable?   What is Eternity of a moment to Oblivion? We are in the dress rehearsal for the season’s première and the grand finale. The Universe has been on our side all along, it’s poured every blood, toil and tear into years of conspiration and orchestration, for our one delicate point convergence. One chance against all odds. One intersection against all parallels. So come what may— Take my hand and break a leg.
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The evanescence of a light beam constructed inside Emilia's longing, desolate eyes as she searched her room for the pounding rhythm of a distance drum. The succinct stirring shot a severe ache into her eardrums, and she cradled her head inside her lanky forearms, comfortable in their cataclysm. She had been stolen, and her arms were her only comfort. As she watched onward in the tiny, centipede-infested room she had been thrown into, the beating drums continued, and she could hear the unclear voices of large Ukrainian men prattling about "the beginning." The beginning, she felt, had begun, whatever it was, and as she listened, the only thing she could think about was cutting those ropes loose and taking control again over these infuriating defectors as her birthright had dictated.
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 4:18 PM UTC
joseph-ashley-eaton
Ten-Minute Freeform
The evanescence of a light beam constructed inside Emilia's longing, desolate eyes as she searched her room for the pounding rhythm of a distance drum. The succinct stirring shot a severe ache into her eardrums, and she cradled her head inside her lanky forearms, comfortable in their cataclysm. She had been stolen, and her arms were her only comfort. As she watched onward in the tiny, centipede-infested room she had been thrown into, the beating drums continued, and she could hear the unclear voices of large Ukrainian men prattling about "the beginning." The beginning, she felt, had begun, whatever it was, and as she listened, the only thing she could think about was cutting those ropes loose and taking control again over these infuriating defectors as her birthright had dictated.
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I love my dear, Her name is Emilia. Gazing at her from far away, Just makes my day. Jet-black silky flowing locks, like the Milky Way which never stops. Bursting with the scent of a quaint flower, Most undoubtedly from a morning shower. Mere curtains but, those are, To the cutesy face with eyes ajar. Her skin, infinitely youthful, flawless and luminous, In comparison, even cherubs appear longevous. Prismatic obsidian orbs suspended in opal, Whisks you someplace else⸻a portal. Thin clear lenses in a sleek black frame, Masks wild vivacious eyes to look tame. Hereunder lies a dainty nose, With a soft hue like a pink rose. Cherry lips so full and round, Even a light kiss will be sure to astound. A euphonious voice reberverates, through every heart it penetrates. Resonant, crisp, and fine, Pleasant, like a ring of a windchime. Slender and tender, Are her hands and fingers. Deft and skillful is her fingerwork, Weaving melodies as bright as firework. If the world was a blossoming garden, Sunflowers would represent this maiden. Her presence unquestionably amazes, blooming wide smiles on countless faces. A brilliant joyous yellow lustre, Is the aura that defines her. She's a dazzling ray of light, So bid all your worries good night! Magnetic is her personality, And attractive is her positivity. Loved and respected by all is she, friendly and cheery as all should be.
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Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC
renniedreams
For Emilia
I love my dear, Her name is Emilia. Gazing at her from far away, Just makes my day. Jet-black silky flowing locks, like the Milky Way which never stops. Bursting with the scent of a quaint flower, Most undoubtedly from a morning shower. Mere curtains but, those are, To the cutesy face with eyes ajar. Her skin, infinitely youthful, flawless and luminous, In comparison, even cherubs appear longevous. Prismatic obsidian orbs suspended in opal, Whisks you someplace else⸻a portal. Thin clear lenses in a sleek black frame, Masks wild vivacious eyes to look tame. Hereunder lies a dainty nose, With a soft hue like a pink rose. Cherry lips so full and round, Even a light kiss will be sure to astound. A euphonious voice reberverates, through every heart it penetrates. Resonant, crisp, and fine, Pleasant, like a ring of a windchime. Slender and tender, Are her hands and fingers. Deft and skillful is her fingerwork, Weaving melodies as bright as firework. If the world was a blossoming garden, Sunflowers would represent this maiden. Her presence unquestionably amazes, blooming wide smiles on countless faces. A brilliant joyous yellow lustre, Is the aura that defines her. She's a dazzling ray of light, So bid all your worries good night! Magnetic is her personality, And attractive is her positivity. Loved and respected by all is she, friendly and cheery as all should be.
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she has shape-shifted and switched sides many times, kind of similar to the way water bursts when placed into the tiniest of containers. and she has learned because the ounces of liquid once lost came back to haunt her. still, she hears their voices in her nightmares: "you're soon to evaporate, water never really does change". she has shivered. she has spent time in solitary, all those years staring out to the world that laughed at her tears, droplets of pure water mixed with ichor, of blood mixed with sweet, sweet liquor. but you have started to discover the wonders this world holds, the secrets the water covered (just like her, she always hid) oh. please. no. so you must never give in to the pull that turned me into water in the first place you must remain strong, a hurricane and a glass of lemonade cannot compare to honey mixed in with all of your thoughts. because you have been made with the same razor edges your baby blanket was woven out of and that is surely the most memorable thing about you.
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Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 10:24 AM UTC
mcvicxr
emilia
she has shape-shifted and switched sides many times, kind of similar to the way water bursts when placed into the tiniest of containers. and she has learned because the ounces of liquid once lost came back to haunt her. still, she hears their voices in her nightmares: "you're soon to evaporate, water never really does change". she has shivered. she has spent time in solitary, all those years staring out to the world that laughed at her tears, droplets of pure water mixed with ichor, of blood mixed with sweet, sweet liquor. but you have started to discover the wonders this world holds, the secrets the water covered (just like her, she always hid) oh. please. no. so you must never give in to the pull that turned me into water in the first place you must remain strong, a hurricane and a glass of lemonade cannot compare to honey mixed in with all of your thoughts. because you have been made with the same razor edges your baby blanket was woven out of and that is surely the most memorable thing about you.
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emilia Francesca Anna Or Annie Sometimes You are a light Swallowed Up by the Dark...... Vacuum
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Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
lacie-taylor-marie-kuehn
ROSE
emilia Francesca Anna Or Annie Sometimes You are a light Swallowed Up by the Dark...... Vacuum
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There's other way you spell Emilia With a E not A Normally Emilia originates from Italy or Spain. But according to astrologist, if you compatible you may have found your Soul mates. Emilia is cute, **** girl who has boys Acting all manly around her. She only has a few close friends but lots of friends all together. Usually the name Emilia not with A it's Italian descent who has a great body. She's also amazing girl who usually doesn't have many. She's shine, cute as a button definitely seriously nice. Emilia is super artistic and willing to Do anything for others.
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 8:51 PM UTC
racheal-rodriguez
Emilia
There's other way you spell Emilia With a E not A Normally Emilia originates from Italy or Spain. But according to astrologist, if you compatible you may have found your Soul mates. Emilia is cute, **** girl who has boys Acting all manly around her. She only has a few close friends but lots of friends all together. Usually the name Emilia not with A it's Italian descent who has a great body. She's also amazing girl who usually doesn't have many. She's shine, cute as a button definitely seriously nice. Emilia is super artistic and willing to Do anything for others.
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Inspired by Neil Diamond's "Morningside" A tale of when an old man died, Of nights spent alone, and days that I've cried, For my children This poem is real, this poem is me, Far from the person each one of you see, Depression, emptiness, a life I can't flee, For my children. By mistakes a plenty, my life defined, The gift I hold, verses from what's on my mind, A tormented soul, with the words I've signed, For my children. Emilia and John, years spent apart, Thinking back each night, tearing at my heart, To go back in time, and correct from the start, For my children. Isobel and Lydia, off doing their things, Watching them flourish, the joy that it brings, Two ladies growing, in my heart it sings, For my children. And obviously Ben, my Junior Sharkbait, My final reason to smile, this tiny wee mate, Giving me purpose, keeping life great, For my children. People believe as a dad I am good, But I've let them all down far more than I should, And I'd change it all for a chance that I could, For my children. As a father I know that I truly am blessed, I've five stars that to me, are simply the best, With their joy, love and laughter, my heart is caressed, For my children. But when I die, truth is sad, Not a child will claim the gift I had, The words I write become my epitaph, For my children." Cinco Espiritus Creation 2018
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Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 5:58 AM UTC
paul-gilhooley
For My Children
Inspired by Neil Diamond's "Morningside" A tale of when an old man died, Of nights spent alone, and days that I've cried, For my children This poem is real, this poem is me, Far from the person each one of you see, Depression, emptiness, a life I can't flee, For my children. By mistakes a plenty, my life defined, The gift I hold, verses from what's on my mind, A tormented soul, with the words I've signed, For my children. Emilia and John, years spent apart, Thinking back each night, tearing at my heart, To go back in time, and correct from the start, For my children. Isobel and Lydia, off doing their things, Watching them flourish, the joy that it brings, Two ladies growing, in my heart it sings, For my children. And obviously Ben, my Junior Sharkbait, My final reason to smile, this tiny wee mate, Giving me purpose, keeping life great, For my children. People believe as a dad I am good, But I've let them all down far more than I should, And I'd change it all for a chance that I could, For my children. As a father I know that I truly am blessed, I've five stars that to me, are simply the best, With their joy, love and laughter, my heart is caressed, For my children. But when I die, truth is sad, Not a child will claim the gift I had, The words I write become my epitaph, For my children." Cinco Espiritus Creation 2018
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"You know nuthin', Jon Snow!" Now get your blood and **** out for H.B.O. I don't care if you're a Stark, I'm only watching for Emilia Clarke
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Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 7:46 PM UTC
thomas-newlove
Tweet Verse #38 - A Game of Sorts
"You know nuthin', Jon Snow!" Now get your blood and **** out for H.B.O. I don't care if you're a Stark, I'm only watching for Emilia Clarke
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A poem runs just like the tide, What word comes next, I must decide, With words as water, they ebb and flow, But how it ends, I don’t yet know. A title from film, or even song lyric, A spark will light, and then I click, My fingers type, the poem forms, Be it still of night, or as day dawns. I use my words to create a verse, I’m always thinking, a blessed curse, I follow no plan, I write off the cuff, So pardon me if some seem rough. I use these words to ease my woes, Wound so tight, sometimes it shows, My poems help to set me free, Not always good, but always me. The style that suits, I make them rhyme, I whip them out in lightening time, The inner me is in them all, You read each one, you will find Paul. I write for causes of which I fight, My inner soul as dark as night, I share my hopes, I share my fears, With more to come throughout the years. My children are my creative spark, They are my light when it gets dark, John, Isobel, Lydia, Emilia, Ben, You inspire me onwards, time and again. We all have things held deep inside, A truth we hold, that won’t be denied, The reason why my poems thrive? It’s simple, my sweet children five. © Cinco Espiritus Creation 2013
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May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 7:41 AM UTC
paul-gilhooley
A Poem.
A poem runs just like the tide, What word comes next, I must decide, With words as water, they ebb and flow, But how it ends, I don’t yet know. A title from film, or even song lyric, A spark will light, and then I click, My fingers type, the poem forms, Be it still of night, or as day dawns. I use my words to create a verse, I’m always thinking, a blessed curse, I follow no plan, I write off the cuff, So pardon me if some seem rough. I use these words to ease my woes, Wound so tight, sometimes it shows, My poems help to set me free, Not always good, but always me. The style that suits, I make them rhyme, I whip them out in lightening time, The inner me is in them all, You read each one, you will find Paul. I write for causes of which I fight, My inner soul as dark as night, I share my hopes, I share my fears, With more to come throughout the years. My children are my creative spark, They are my light when it gets dark, John, Isobel, Lydia, Emilia, Ben, You inspire me onwards, time and again. We all have things held deep inside, A truth we hold, that won’t be denied, The reason why my poems thrive? It’s simple, my sweet children five. © Cinco Espiritus Creation 2013
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Gemini has too split personality Here about to tell you Racheal is a person Who DONT GIVE A **** ABOUT ANYTHING Emilia is a person Who scared, insecure And listen to other people Racheal is far gone She just lost hopes About herself and life Emilia is running the show now She's want to proof a point She's more sensitive And hard headed
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Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 7:04 PM UTC
racheal-rodriguez
Gemini
Gemini has too split personality Here about to tell you Racheal is a person Who DONT GIVE A **** ABOUT ANYTHING Emilia is a person Who scared, insecure And listen to other people Racheal is far gone She just lost hopes About herself and life Emilia is running the show now She's want to proof a point She's more sensitive And hard headed
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Sunflowers bloom beneath a tinted blue sky, white dollop clouds in Undulating fashion, hovering over yellow petals and deep golden seeds. Nestled in soil slim tall and beautiful, birthing cordially for the Floriculturist in all of us. A wide expanse inside a garden, they Loom, over plants such as Gerberas, Lilies, Carnations and Limoniums; Open your window take in the resin scent of their lace. They are a Wonder of nature, a gift from Mother Earth herself. To name a few, Echinacea apricot rainbow, Emilia tassel and echinop globe thistles, Reviving each year with renewed strength they bring us love and beauty .
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May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 7:35 PM UTC
Loretta
Sunflowers Now And Forever
Sunflowers bloom beneath a tinted blue sky, white dollop clouds in Undulating fashion, hovering over yellow petals and deep golden seeds. Nestled in soil slim tall and beautiful, birthing cordially for the Floriculturist in all of us. A wide expanse inside a garden, they Loom, over plants such as Gerberas, Lilies, Carnations and Limoniums; Open your window take in the resin scent of their lace. They are a Wonder of nature, a gift from Mother Earth herself. To name a few, Echinacea apricot rainbow, Emilia tassel and echinop globe thistles, Reviving each year with renewed strength they bring us love and beauty .
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