The making of images for "Hoist me up the flame" . . by @dpend.extra . . Notes Hello world! @d-pend here. I decided to open this account for "extras" related to my main blog. As I mentioned in

I am a reservoir of the unsaid .... writing and images by @d-pend .... I am a reservoir of the unsaid A child peers into a well on whim to glance upon the future in a drop which coruscating, falls into

Double the trouble . by @d-pend . Double the trouble If there were two of me, not only one: one would toil, one lay in the sun. One would cook, and one frolic in glades; one, the flowers pick, one till

@d-pend has just published an amazing song: Growth pains & flames It has amazing lyrics and music, go check it out! One part of the song has really made my day and I designed for it... I am thinking

SOURCE My life is like a highway to middle earth, there are no stop lights to stop, it's a continuous voyage, life there is they say is greenery, a breath of a new beginning. Strange as it seems, the life

Inspiration & Desire by DMiLLiZ What do you really want? Why must you have it? What difference will it make? Questions burning on Desire's tongue. If these questions cannot be answered If the vision

‘Special Treat on A Summer’s Day!‘ Yesterday, it was 117F, we went to freshen up and went to an ice cream shop, and I asked them to put this together for me! A towering mix of vanilla, strawberry and topped

It's been a while since I've wrote a poem, well not that long. Here is a poem I came up with just now called live life. The first 2 lines actually came to me in the form of a song, so it has a melodic

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Cuando comienza la aurora Celebra mi corazón y mi alma hoy te añora Me lleno de gran emoción, Al contemplar tu grandeza. Cuando miro las estrellas, Que brillan allá en los cielos Desplegando gran belleza:

When the last note is struck At the choir’s crescendo And the prima donna bows At the performance’s end Then will the curtains fall. When the last word I write At the chapter’s end. I will lay down my

No break, no bow, no bending for me Here in my heart, beyond the bars of intellect and reason. I sift through the years of loathing, not staid, not stoic. Introspective instead. To transcend this, my hate,

Under the abode of blue sky With silver linings in accordance His voice of enchantment tone From her mouth, the smile drawn Their love of the season So strong as a rock The flames 🔥 alive in them The

The cornered rodent lashes out Teeth and limb do frantically shake A trapped cat emits a subdued roar A wild dove, captive, choose to die Kuroshi comes for the salaried man. All the world’s a cage, convention

Way down, into the jungle’s great concrete gut Many an iron train kiss the weary breeze; Within the congested carts, scores of passengers hold their breath, and huddle in the still thick air. Where pocked

Of those whose thoughts on parchment not conveyed. Whose eyes no meaning one can glean. Jousting with unseen intent; the invisible pugilist; those fiendish men. A smile is a smile is a smile. A nod we

To hold you in this moment to feel your person pressed to me Sweet, warm against my thumping heart; And whisper softly your name over and over, To consume the essence pulsing through your frame; To rest

All around be flighty feet Sauntering through lurid streets Overhead, a thousand neon lights Coruscating, glowing fantastically A sea of body at the Shibuya Cross, waiting for the light to change. Locomotives

Once more Another day One other season I churn away A head knocking against the wall My basket with parchment filled Where are the words? They said they would be here. To convey for me the things I sought