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wheat

I walked through a wheat field, with the wind caressing my face and sending the smell of flowers my way. Where was it coming from, I wondered? I looked around and then I saw the source: she was wearing a white sundress, a big straw hat (but wasn’t so big as to devour her face), and a smile. She strolled along as if the wheat field was her garden. I too strolled casually, making sure however, that our paths meet. When we bumped into one another, we apologized and then introduced ourselves. Her name was Kiana. And she had the most beautiful green eyes and tan that I’ve ever seen. Me, I wasn’t anything special. There wasn’t a stand out feature about me, but she saw something in me that I didn’t see, and smiled. And that in turn made me smile. I was just looking for a decent photo to take, I eventually explained to her. She merely nodded then walked away from me a few paces, and once she found a spot to stand at she began to pose. Without even thinking, I lifted my camera and began to take pictures of Kiana. She’s still beautiful on camera but not as beautiful as she in person. Where you can actually see her whole face light up with every smile. After that one encounter I never saw Kiana again, but I like to think she’s out there somewhere making the whole world happy with her beauty.

» Posted By Darian On 03.30.2013 @ 10:19 am

half

half of the time I’m not even paying attention
half of the time I don’t even like you
half of the time there is nothing to say
half of the time I wish I had gone to bed earlier
half of me says that I need to end this
more than half of me needs to survive
half of life is spent making mistakes
half of me feels like I’m messing up

» Posted By Darian On 08.22.2012 @ 7:18 pm

hearts

Hearts are like flowers. Very fragile and hard to hold. No one knows what goes on in your heart but you. Sometimes You don’t even know whats going on in there.

» Posted By darian On 11.16.2011 @ 12:19 pm

prints

Prints makes me think of the beautiful hand prints children make for there parents that mean the world to them, or the graceful animals prints outside my house. Animal prints are very pequilar, and make you wonder, don’t they?

» Posted By darian On 11.09.2011 @ 7:25 pm

Prints?
Well, Thats an interesting one. Um, Prints as in footprints? Or is that two words? Anyway do you mean like prints as in paper prints

» Posted By darian On 11.09.2011 @ 7:21 pm

thread

dangling on my new dress. why is it there? I must fix it… nothing new should already be unraveling… Much like how my relationship is going. So I need to cut it. the guy too.

» Posted By Darian On 08.15.2011 @ 5:52 pm

strong

Strong isn’t about having muscles. It’s about being able to be kicked down over and over and still be able to get up with a smile on your face. It’s about not letting anyone hurt your soul. About being able to stay happy when you just want to give up.

» Posted By Darian On 02.27.2011 @ 7:48 am

roller

Roller. Rolling. Roll. Rolling down a hill. wind through my hair. No shoes. Birds, Grass, Trees. All of them rolling with me. Even the ants are rolling. Everyday goes by so fast as if time flies by. Rolling by.

» Posted By darian On 05.06.2010 @ 5:31 am

dusk

A time of day that is quiet and serene. Never ending, it seems. Beautiful. Sensitive. Soft.

» Posted By Darian On 05.10.2009 @ 8:49 am

tiled

the bathroom was tiled red and green. he had never liked the scheme, but the old adage about women wearing the pants in the family was true, and those were her two favorite colors. Because of this, he knew he would never tear it down.

» Posted By Darian On 07.31.2009 @ 3:40 am

mist

The book about the mists where magic can be conjured in metal. I thought it was far fetched but enchanting. I hated Vin for some reason but I wanted her powers. It’s strange how we can love power and hate the powerful, even when they are not real. What is reality?

» Posted By Darian On 09.30.2009 @ 4:01 am

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