blarset

Hi there! I'm doing ok and seem to be feeling slightly better overall. How are you? Haven't been doing too much forum-wise recently. Now that I have a bit more energy I've been throwing myself into projects around the house b/c I know come summer I won't have time for anything else!

I'm not very tech savvy. Perhaps someone like Kizzume might know. sorry

Thank you very much for your kind words!

Do-Be-Do-Di
Familiar rushes of frustration come over me like an old song “a friend-Do-Be-Do-Di-was but not now jus cauz“. Falling out of harmony her lyrics rise up to meet mine as they roll on while we type. Hearing this tune as it plays moving along some of it wrong.

Chapters of books written paragraphs lengthened, sentences are structured while lines get viewed later as verses. Pages are turned by time, becoming 'nesses. As memories worsen growing yellow with vagueness eventually fading into nothingness.

It don’t matter who you are, forgetting leaves a scar ”Do-Be-Do-Di-why are we left tear eyed”. I thought lightening crashes then wondered hey. Pitching passion, leaning in to swing never missing as a friend all through to the end, but this time man I almost left here empty again. Singing "Hey To-Do-Be-Do-Di-&-I".

Nothing is gone from those last moments. They become stones laid down, forming a path to guide us in the now and soon to be. My thoughts reach for you when I am gone from here. Yours pull me when I am near'er here, to you.

Oh, hey, thanks for sharing.
I'll read up on that later.
What's your personal favorite work?
Isn't it fun to write?!

Hi! Only just now saw your request.

Fell a Season to Now
This image straying into the glass, faint with your reflection frozen and captured between the panes an placed like a portrait fading to autumns haunted scene past the glaze, embedded in the fall beyond it. With glad bursts of change and gold’s bold with comfort, reds warming mood, browns mellow sentiment. Then on to the sorrowful yellow depth of us now as they mix our souls to blend into the splashes of seasoned emotions set against the colors in us. This fall is like any other. First the vibrant feelings of amber and crimson then pale shades of green give way to light pastel shifts from thoughts for each other in these moving moments that tend us through toward the willingness of fate. The shapes of edges are outlined with nothing but light flowing around them and scented with wonder then collected from visions of us through leaves hardened, becoming fragile to touch while they grow dying beyond what we acknowledge.

Moon struck with luck a picture of perfection and the motions of my worn hearts abolition, entering into sight and floating flawless a beauty of the night. A mystical mythical outline shown with lunar rays falling a magical haze. Coming nearer and growing dearer. Through desire my eyes see to hear as I am caused in my waiting where dark shadows are overtaking.