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pressure on plate running water watching waiting ringless sliver of hope His voiceless calling perchance to quiver reaching boiling turning away answers forgotten

longing moments revealing lingering truths tasteless and pale the rudimentary basis of facts benevolent steps trespass hope yet frail and weak lies of lies to answer our own question meekly benign of life

At first ( Wavesphere beginnings) this site was an idea free for all. With tags being the central point to start searches. You were pulled into a wellspring of various topics that both enlightened and

Sam turned off the car and put on his sandals. Anna unloaded the trunk onto the beach. The sun crossed over Sam's eyes. He winced and then slammed the door shut. Anna smiled at him and then fell into the

breathing moments outwards to energize soul and thought crossing and stretching upon wandering moments of triumph seizing hearts wish drawn roughly within harmonizing hope's yearning with ego overlapping

I would say that I'm the in chick, but that would be a lie. The truth is I don't really know what the truth is. When I look in the mirror. All I see is a short wannabe adult with bad teeth, freckles, and

The afterthought born and sown in seeds waving anxiously through the grains begging, breathing, beginning upward searching towering seething yawning longings hampering newlywed seconds tousled in ribbons

The moving van finally parked in front of my new home. Mother slammed the door and ran straight to bear hug me. Her perfume was strong as usual. "Mom, air!" I shouted. She laughed and painted

A sharp hum rhythmic and lost seeking hands a longing lost answers unbidden trodden path waving sames copper cost grieving waves hateful spades hunger longer lost, bound beloved whispers Feel free to share

Intruding upon self quiver and brazen lofty goals and hollow things bladed souls of yearning breathless, eager, searching the window dressing beloved scarlet, furious and benign shallow attempts of fury

Magic, it is a word used to describe all things supernatural, mystical, and surreal. What is it really? The word at it's most basic level is used to describe the most primal forces known to us such as

Mrs. Pill is late again. We been going to this park for years. I've seen even buildings come and go, but this little park stays here. I have even met a few gentlemen callers wave their canes like the top

Spinning, circling, tangent Siren's destiny wake the feigning calls of reckoning upon the savior's stake Spiraling, touching, whispering around the wings in light the yearning knows no name blatant and

There is always something we want to know or talk about. Maybe it is the unhealthy diet that is eating away at your mental synapses or the angsty friend that feels the need to tell you about her new social