- The Common Recko
And happy 4th of July!


Self Portrait as a JournalI am a journal, with many inkblots, Baring its papery back to the world. Inside, the illustrations are faded, The writing is small, the letters are blurred. It's been left outside one too many times, Pages curled in on themselves in the dew, Their edges ruffled from humidity. But peel through the sheets, and read the lines through. They contain more than the thin binding shows, And readers learn not to judge by covers, Or by how well the ink sticks to the page. Though the book's small, it's as good as another, For every page it came with, there's one tacked To the eSelf Portrait as a Journal


The Disney PrincessHigh in your tower, dungeon, or bedroom, You await your perfect savior prince, Watch from afar as he battles dragons For you have no magic wand of your own. You call upon the animals for help - And while your father waits for your return, You spend your time with beasts, or worse, humans. Then, after the brief battle, all is calm - The happily ever after begins Soon as the wedding dress sweeps into sight. Those who are left behind slowly forget. No, that's not the way it really happened - There was blood and mutilation galore. People chopped off toes for a chance, jThe Disney Princess


GuernicaA single bulb in a black and blue room Illuminates the sorrow of many - Their country torn apart by civil war, They grieve in the dark, clutching their corpses. Their pride and symbol stands forlorn above A woman screaming loss into the night. In her arms she cradles blood of her blood The horse looks on, appalled, stark as newsprint Beneath his roughly shod hoof lies a man, His mangled hand still clutching at his sword A candle flickers over the black scene Held by hope, hair streaming through the darkness In her hurried whispers she guards and warns And lights theGuernica


The Minotaur and TheseusThere was no mercy in his arms, and though I'd not been cradled as a babe, I knew The strength of man wavers only in the face Of the most fearsome, or the true demure For which their legs shake and, stumbling they run, Unmanned, benign or scared, into fate's hands. This offspring of Poseidon's one night stand Did no such thing - his fingers 'round my throat Tightened with greatest ease, muffling my roar. Perhaps, I thought, I'd finally grown weak; A diet of the hopelessness of man Clogging my veins with their mortality. With my last moments of conscious struggle I tThe Minotaur and Theseus
i have revived allyalbino
i am redoing most of my stuff but i feel like we never see eachother anymore =[
we need to have a good chat lol
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why would there be a clown in your bed?
Well I'll tell you it wouldn't be the first time
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why would there be a clown in your bed?
Well I'll tell you it wouldn't be the first time
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Scallop - no further explanation needed.
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Yesterday's got nothin' for me...
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Scallop - no further explanation needed.
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"Everywhere I go, damn, there I am."
--Ben Folds
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Scallop - no further explanation needed.
hee
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"Everywhere I go, damn, there I am."
--Ben Folds
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Scallop - no further explanation needed.
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