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the little patch of light this morning,on the green carpet keeping your pale feet warm, shadows from the window pane while the birds fly past.but look up to the ceeling, a dark covering of leaves and ...
Posted by Eamonn on Sat, 21 Jul 2007 04:11:00 PST |
Lost and forlorn |
A beautiful skyline along a beautiful beach,Surrounding me like a shell, where I can think and ponder about the emptiness of life, but something's missing, the crows in the sky, those little black dot...
Posted by Eamonn on Sun, 11 Mar 2007 01:48:00 PST |
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Posted by Eamonn on Sun, 04 Mar 2007 06:42:00 PST |
a mixed up day |
i cannot sleep tonight, worries onto nightmares. i feel emty like a birdbath waiting to be filled, without the joys of splattering wings against its side. inside a beautiful garden, colours from flow...
Posted by Eamonn on Thu, 22 Feb 2007 04:59:00 PST |
The photos i made today |
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Posted by Eamonn on Sat, 03 Feb 2007 11:44:00 PST |
The end of January |
My cheeks flush from the bitter cold windwhile I walk, scarfed and warm. Walking along a bleak cliff,I stare where it screeches downwards, deep into the turquoise sea,where little waves crash...
Posted by Eamonn on Fri, 02 Feb 2007 12:09:00 PST |
A portrait- winter day (photos) |
it was freezing, water was ice cold and it kept raining, of course i did'nt bring a towl :S... and then i walked back up the mountain and it started to hail! grr...... but i still got something better...
Posted by Eamonn on Sun, 21 Jan 2007 10:30:00 PST |
before storm |
welling up, then they go down again.they crash against the rocks.the air is grey, but its buetiful around me.its filled with moisture, it drizzles.i look at the grass i lie on.touch it, its wet.i hear...
Posted by Eamonn on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 01:19:00 PST |
butterfly |
i'll catch with a net.a butterfly, grasshopper.i run, jump.with net sweeping beside me. i'm uncontroled with exitement.i slash, down onto the greenest grass.i smile. its a little butterfly in my hands...
Posted by Eamonn on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 04:06:00 PST |
a poem |
sadness wells up inside me.i dont want to go home, not yet. not where the birds sing and the land rolls into buetiful shapes.i'll feel lonely again.i'll miss it, m...
Posted by Eamonn on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 04:02:00 PST |
