Missing Pieces
My eyes see the world as a picture
Drawn by an artist or an
Snapshot developed by his owner.
The views are just a fragment of time
Memorable of something once alive.
Something once experience that
Now can only be visited in a flash.
A blink, a wink and then poof nothing.
Missing pieces are life’s memories – Angelina Hunt
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| On Christmas | 0 | 12/23/2013 |
| Missing Pieces | 0 | 12/15/2013 |
| Like Glass | 0 | 04/22/2013 |
| Beauty is in the Mirror | 1 | 09/08/2012 |
| Blinded by my Senses. | 1 | 06/25/2012 |
| MBS | 1 | 09/13/2011 |
| ....in store. | 0 | 10/18/2009 |
| No Longer | 0 | 07/30/2009 |
| A Lovers Text | 1 | 05/21/2009 |
| alive | 0 | 03/02/2009 |
| NOT MINE | 0 | 02/22/2009 |
| OOH!! | 0 | 02/22/2009 |
| Male Reflection | 2 | 02/22/2009 |
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