

glycerineshe walked slowly like she had nowhere to go but where, really, would be better than this? pacing, worried, does he still like her? love her, maybe? how it didn't seem so fast to her. just perfect. this feeling was fragile. she worries. full. complete. selected.glycerine
side profile

A Minute in His EyesA Minute in His EyesA Minute in His Eyes
The soft autumn light gives birth To the prismatic colors reflected from The ginkgo's courageous leaves As they fall like snow. The skirt of the crouched maiden Casts such a powerful yellow over the scene That you fail to notice An awkward shadow, Standing quietly with his back to you.
You feebly try to hail him, stretch
But he stirs not. Step by step, You approach this figure, Clad in a black so dark That it causes Night to yawn, Close his beady eyes, And drift off to sleep. As you near him, T


ode to a shyly smiling goddesswhat compels You to such feats of intimidation? Your grace makes the waves upon the soft beach sand blush and shake with the giggles of a virgin. Your voice makes the warm spring breeze crack and lose the precious vibrato of ancient leaves. Your scent makes the first blooming carnation fold up and admit a silent, humbling defeat. Your beauty makes the majestic purple mountains long for a light fog, as not to be compared.ode to a shyly smiling goddess
why do You do these things, o precious angel? is this perfection simply a reflex, a subtle impulse bringing radiance and alarming essences i
--
Joshua Seven
Artistic Nude Model
Alone or Accompanied, Indoors, Outdoors, and in Your Studio
*Thank you for the Daily Deviations*
More images at ModelMayhem [link]
--
please visit my gallery
I found ya, wow...your art is so awesome.
-Joshie-kun
P.S. I'm on MySpace if ya don't know.
--
You can live pretty long by yourself, Care to shorten it?
---
Wanna' Cookie? Visit my gallery and it shall be yours.
--
I never actually read anything... I just glance and assume.
still the same emo pictures.
--
down by the dopeness.
--
----------------
Mandee
frozen-teardrops | xanga | livejournal
Previous Page12345...Next Page