Now without further ado here are the Sunday Selects!
Art
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Photography
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Literature
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LostAlone in silence I am tonight
Leaning on some broken dreams
The world is spinning round in circles
And I am too weak to be still.
Are you there to see me falling
As I try to move away
Or is this just your iron shadow
Keeping me to be awake?
I am trapped now in the horizon
Blindly searching for the light
There's an echo in the distance
Destroying softly the narrow path.
Will you hear me lost in silence?
Will you try to stop my world?
Will you free me when you see me
Kept in darkness of your sleep?
Thy Lost LenoreThese demons in my mind a'creeping
push morphine 'to these veins a'dreaming
until they dream forevermore
just like Edgar's lost Lenore.
Those angels that hid away Lenore,
and stole Annabel Lee,
out of envy,
I want to fly down to these doors,
and out of pity,
take me to the hidden land forevermore.
For these veins are cold-blooded
and marks litter this blemished soul
thus it is the lost Lenore who lost her sins
in that hidden land forevermore.
May those angels that stole Lenore
and took away Annabel Lee,
take me away to that realm forevermore,
for they are far too sweet.
CompanionLet us turn back and walk away, while I can still retrace our steps.
Before we burn that final bridge that lies across the blackened gaps.
I know what's still behind our backs, those gardens and the clearest skies.
How can you be sure that we chase behind hard truths and not foul lies?
If no one cares, why must we go where nobody will follow us?
We follow death, but why? Who set in stone the should, the will, the must?
Why MUST we take the killing blow, why MUST we be the ones to fall?
I'll follow you... but yet I wish that you had just refused this call.
I see our journey's end, it'll go like any other legend does...
In blood and tears, and tragic deaths, and people just forgetting us.
My friend, why are you so intent on lying down your head to sleep?
I think if men once chose to sow, the time has come for them to reap.
Let us return to where we were, forget the darkness of these lands.
There still is time for us to live and leave this in another hands.
My friend, you've always done t
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waiting out contorted days,
finding hope in melodic memories
haunting nightmares in my wake.
I'll be lonely for your touch,
missing safety found in silence,
the song of dreaming pleasantly
in spite of shattered sleep.
