Death from within

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This piece is a collaboration created by writers and photographers from around the world. We each photographed and wrote about the beauty of our homeland. There are 14 photos, from 9 countries, and all 6 of the inhabited continents. Friends separated by 1000s of miles worked together to show that the world, in all its variety, with all its differences, truly is beautiful!

World of Beauty

Sprinkled hoarfrost beautifies all it touches. Icy air highlights the silence. I stop, imagine, forget the madness, Realize the beauty, the wonder, and dream to keep it for eternity.

Always I thought I dreamed to see A land that was as strange as me, It then came clear, I am a part Of this strange land inside my heart.

Through the woods we go, Called by our magical land, Where past belles still dance.

The beauty of this place is given nature’s grace with snow and wonders I stand face-to-face

Sunlight through murky layers of cloud scatters diffused light on the ground. Winds when blow, leaves they rustle far away from city’s hustle and bustle.

A bay, docked with boats, Brisk air demands, people grab their coats. A city filled with so much beauty, Bound by a sense of honor and duty.

Displayed under broken skies passed without a second thought so unlike our to and from worlds hidden within worlds

The world barely knows this side of you; The majestic mountains, crashing shores. Winds blow ever constant, Weather always perfect. One day we’ll see each other, once again.

You rhyme everything you write. Colors are your favorite tools. When you speak, Melodies are all you know.

No matter how much I wished to drown, you’ve always pushed me towards the shore.

And your stones Neon gems Still allow Roots to take hold

Glacial erractics Mysterious survivors of an age of ice Our forests, fields and hearths are lined with the bones of your mountains The New World grew up around them

Soft plantations Asunder from the civil? No. Enraged Emeralds border the black stone. Oh your harsh tropical light, and your contrasts Abounding

@lyricsbylittle - Stanza 1; Photo 11; Dąbrowa Tarnowska, Poland

@sonador-reveur - Stanza 2; Photo 2; India

@uniquelykalene - Stanza 3; Photo 5; Louisiana, (US)

@mycosmicbackyard - Stanza 4; Photo 12; Bærum Rykkinn, Norway

@ellenya - Stanza 5; Photo 3; Wodonga, Australia

@temen-ni-gru666 - Stanza 6; Photo 7; Boston, MA (US)

@cruxymox - Stanza 7; Photo 8; Concord, MA (US)

@mortalghost - Stanza 8; Photo 6; Colombia, S.A.

@behind-the-sun - Stanza 9; Photo 13; Egypt

@torrentialmonsoon - Stanza 10; Photo 9; Ontario, Canada

@just-4-thought - Stanza 11; Photo 1; Kentucky (US)

@behindthelastdoor - Stanza 12; Photo 14; New England (US)

@viridian-goose - Stanza 13; Photo 4; Florida (US)

@xxmcmcx - Photo 10; Okinawa, Japan

torrentialmonsoon

An honour to be a part of this. Thank you

temen-ni-gru666-blog reblogged

artisticcollaborations

This piece is a collaboration created by writers and photographers from around the world. We each photographed and wrote about the beauty of our homeland. There are 14 photos, from 9 countries, and all 6 of the inhabited continents. Friends separated by 1000s of miles worked together to show that the world, in all its variety, with all its differences, truly is beautiful!

World of Beauty

Sprinkled hoarfrost beautifies all it touches. Icy air highlights the silence. I stop, imagine, forget the madness, Realize the beauty, the wonder, and dream to keep it for eternity.

Always I thought I dreamed to see A land that was as strange as me, It then came clear, I am a part Of this strange land inside my heart.

Through the woods we go, Called by our magical land, Where past belles still dance.

The beauty of this place is given nature’s grace with snow and wonders I stand face-to-face

Sunlight through murky layers of cloud scatters diffused light on the ground. Winds when blow, leaves they rustle far away from city’s hustle and bustle.

A bay, docked with boats, Brisk air demands, people grab their coats. A city filled with so much beauty, Bound by a sense of honor and duty.

Displayed under broken skies passed without a second thought so unlike our to and from worlds hidden within worlds

The world barely knows this side of you; The majestic mountains, crashing shores. Winds blow ever constant, Weather always perfect. One day we’ll see each other, once again.

You rhyme everything you write. Colors are your favorite tools. When you speak, Melodies are all you know.

No matter how much I wished to drown, you’ve always pushed me towards the shore.

And your stones Neon gems Still allow Roots to take hold

Glacial erractics Mysterious survivors of an age of ice Our forests, fields and hearths are lined with the bones of your mountains The New World grew up around them

Soft plantations Asunder from the civil? No. Enraged Emeralds border the black stone. Oh your harsh tropical light, and your contrasts Abounding

@lyricsbylittle - Stanza 1; Photo 11; Dąbrowa Tarnowska, Poland

@sonador-reveur - Stanza 2; Photo 2; India

@uniquelykalene - Stanza 3; Photo 5; Louisiana, (US)

@mycosmicbackyard - Stanza 4; Photo 12; Bærum Rykkinn, Norway

@ellenya - Stanza 5; Photo 3; Wodonga, Australia

@temen-ni-gru666 - Stanza 6; Photo 7; Boston, MA (US)

@cruxymox - Stanza 7; Photo 8; Concord, MA (US)

@mortalghost - Stanza 8; Photo 6; Colombia, S.A.

@behind-the-sun - Stanza 9; Photo 13; Egypt

@torrentialmonsoon - Stanza 10; Photo 9; Ontario, Canada

@just-4-thought - Stanza 11; Photo 1; Kentucky (US)

@behindthelastdoor - Stanza 12; Photo 14; New England (US)

@viridian-goose - Stanza 13; Photo 4; Florida (US)

@xxmcmcx - Photo 10; Okinawa, Japan

torrentialmonsoon

An honour to be a part of this. Thank you

temen-ni-gru666-blog

Hallowed Ground

Step forth all who dare, Into these holy grounds; unto the sanctity of God. Enter those whose nerves run hard as steel, Commit the greatest taboo; an act so unholy is outlawed. This sacred domain, So pure and prestine; untouched by sullied souls. Your blackened heart, Filled with hatred and malice; It is God's command, And it is as follows; Every man and woman shall breath their last breath. It is humanity's solemn wish, A footstep through the threshold, Between the realm of Homo Sapiens; And the realm of Deus Maxima. It is simply unheard of, For one so close to the earth; to be in touch with their anima. How utterly foolish we are, Flying to the sun to find God; All to fall down to the cold hard ground. But in the end nothing changes, In life and in death no matter how we struggle; God doesn't hear a sound. 1/20/17

temen-ni-gru666-blog

You cling to nothing for dear life, Faith doesn't mean anything in the presence of a knife. Hope is lost but still you choose to believe in your own salvation, Starving to death as they lower your daily ration. You seek to be noticed by somebody, Yet remain translucent in both mind and body. You desperately look for some sort of silver lining, Finding nothing you feel your essence slowly declining. Every day a new superficial line covers your arms, You see what they tell you overlooking your beauty and charms. Your will to remain in a pointless existance quickly fades, You scour for answers in all forms and shades. Every effort made to ease the ceaseless torment, None have succeeded as you continue to lament. No words could penetrate the thick shell to comfort your wounded soul, All the abuse and neglect have taken too great a toll. A muted snap is heard through the echoes of silence, As your body was found in the bathroom with no sign of struggle or violence. Wrists with a gaping slash, A single crumpled up note found in the trash. You appreciate the time and effort put into trying making you Feel better, Your entire life summed up in a tiny one page letter. You made your choice to leave this plane, You simply could not handle all the pain. Your body lay there pale and cold as ice, This existence always makes us pay the price. Your coffin lowered a requiem is said, Glassy eyes peer at the sleek, dark oak as we lay you to bed. Your life is forfeit it sinks into the earth, This may have even been preordained ever since your birth. The sky begins to cry as the wood hits the feshly dug up soil, All the mourning attendees leave wearied from the day's toil. One last look upon the gravestone I took, As I say good-bye and end this chapter of an ongoing book.

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