User talk:Emma Seagrave-Hindmarch

November 2014
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defiance
My pearls and jewel is for ages. The mountains call us to stay first sight of thee I was glad (apotheosis and divinity, and mythology) (and belief) (and art) most agile and neat  (birds of the same design) fitting winding in our continuous widening and tightening curve; on our flat plane on our axis in our spiral in our pattern (breathless) eye heavens remembered (eyes hidden) (looking forward) (like to the lark at break of day arising) the earth sings at heavens gate; (for our sweet love) remembered such wealth brings our presence brings chivalry (human hands are, perhaps the most ...) (a jewell) (something small)  (something delicate) (something) exquisitely wrought everquest life provides our own golden carriage; that we Both wholly fayre (for liberty and home) I am but alive! (We're Crazy Enough!) a sky of honey a sea of honey into the shoreline... universes etheric dream; Emma Seagrave-Hindmarch (talk) 22:49, 1 December 2014 (UTC)

Dining table Musings...
My habitat is inhabited by a peculiar species of person;

of organism

It is the not the natural environment (in which an orgasm thrives)

It is not the physical environment; (That supported a species)

true habitat is made up of the physical;

pleasures... pain. (soil) (moisture) heat and cold;

(who notices the light?)

Fodder for the presence of predators? Emma Seagrave-Hindmarch (talk) 21:28, 20 December 2014 (UTC)

reflections...
My habitat is inhabited by a special kind of person;

of body

It is not the nature of the environment (In an orgasm THRIVE)

Not the physical environment; (They put a kind)

true habitat consists of physics;

pleasures ... pain. (Soil) (Moisture) heat and cold;

(WHO realizes the light?)

Fodder for the presence of predators?

(Yes!)

A habitat is a parasitic organism!

It is the body of ITS host!

Within the host body! Emma Seagrave-Hindmarch (talk) 21:30, 20 December 2014 (UTC)

painfully
I had not the time of will to live; Yet he makes me finish this song; (so devastated in the woods)  Emma Seagrave-Hindmarch (talk) 15:11, 21 December 2014 (UTC)

Sea Grave
I am sterling in the dark on the edge of a sheer drop. It is both still and tumultuous. I cannot raise a light. I cannot close my eyes until they force themselves on me; I know that they're all their and I am safe. I have many worries.

I say I am not mentally ill. They say I am. Then they say I'm a Criminal. Then they say I have a "facticious disorder" and that I have 'deliberately' 'pretended' to be mentally ill.

So am I just 'unbelievable'

My personality disorder is other peoples; They object to my facetiousness.

I have to wait until; I starve I am imprisoned for stabbing a woman who was trying to deny my life

I have no home 'They' told me that my child was not my own I cannot communicate and their Words crush my head so

My heart is oppressed and out of love without my knowing the reason, at first then, as I sat across from the reeds; I saw Their disbelief...

I'm stuck. I give up. I'm looking forward to my Own Death. I deserve it.

"They have evidently mistaken me for a Villain"

I don't know what intoxicates me; Is it the aroma of a deep, warm love that is radiating toward me, that overwhelms me so?

Dear words pour magic into my heart they glimmer in worshipful trembling such diamonds that pierced the hearts of questioning Greeks;

(half in hope) (half in trepidation) the answer of the mysterious

I feel only a sensation of exhilarating excitement and grim determination; I am the gift of neutral;

Suddenly; I agree to a drama

Blackly; I lay the floral wreath carefully upon my bright curls;

(no Nightingale did ever scream) (no Florence did ever hear)

The reeds were out visiting Their Friends in Their own golden carriage that I do not wholly Fair;

my Struggle for Liberty and Home?

I suffer much from that narrowness of view and stubbornness of purpose Peculiar to all of Them; The confused, doubtful struggle not presently over

I am but alive and fully not. (Let's change things!) (Let's Danger it up!)

but in the end; what really matters?

'Suddenly agreed to have draw no nightingale did ever chaunt The reeds were out visiting friends in their carriage that i do not wholly fare' Emma Seagrave-Hindmarch (talk) 15:21, 21 December 2014 (UTC)

Sunshine?
Their feelings mask their minds they fleet across MY face; and are absolved (but they persist with clouds) for why?

my heart aches their weather ever present; (but they persist with umbrellas) fair Whether sunshine; (but they persist with parasols)

they see hemlock; (the scent) cow parsley; trodden cloven foot.

pick me? Emma Seagrave-Hindmarch (talk) 19:48, 22 December 2014 (UTC)

Rain?
His feelings hide their minds Floating on my face; and be acquitted (But persist with clouds) for what?

my heart aches always present time; (But persist with umbrellas) Whether fair sun; (But persist with umbrellas)

they see the hemlock; (The smell) cow parsley; cleft foot stepped on.

pick? Mum? Emma Seagrave-Hindmarch (talk) 19:52, 22 December 2014 (UTC)

Justice
Godhead A lightning mind; (capable and grasping) Perpetually assimilating the new (victorious defender) Conquering protector. Inadequacy: the enemy. Emma Seagrave-Hindmarch (talk) 20:09, 22 December 2014 (UTC)

eyes
In one glancing blow; (those eyes!) blue me away for eternity; (For Eternity)

Gathering my strange; (for weakness) I floated as a cloud; (adored)

Ignoring the thunderbolt; (keep acting) and the lightning; (keep taking)

Could you feel your rainbow? Did your hands feel my gaze? Did your feet feel my love? And adulation... Emma Seagrave-Hindmarch (talk) 23:05, 22 December 2014 (UTC)

the sea
That gives her gestures grace and life; (and holds authorities to face) Now it so happened, that on one occasion; (majestic in her person small and straight) That the North Sea did reject.

What gives thy gestures grace and life; (and gave faculties to make?) Now it so happened that on one occasion (majestic in his person modest and straight) That no one could reject.

Are you drawing me under? Are you raising me up? Emma Seagrave-Hindmarch (talk) 08:37, 23 December 2014 (UTC)

Marsh Daffodils
sea daffodil? sand lily? such countenance in which we did meet;

(maybe you) She may be forgiven (or maybe not)

whom hath led Her to that Lonely place? (the solitude of the Binnorie) Her natural Vacuum;

my street is paved in colour; my words are gilded; (like the lily)

candice; both creative and excellent; (central to her expression) created to enjoy life

phantoms in the limelight; (reckless with both their energies and will) perpetual Emma Seagrave-Hindmarch (talk) 17:09, 24 December 2014 (UTC)

reborn
Of your fair household father knight, And in the smoke your image is outlined, I hear a noise of words, age upon age, Sins of your fathers steeped in pride. Emma Seagrave-Hindmarch (talk) 22:26, 27 December 2014 (UTC)

for why?
But what is wit when one cannot apply it? Could eyes Father Adam open his eyes? Emma Seagrave-Hindmarch (talk) 20:01, 28 December 2014 (UTC)

the coral room
Who gave them deep draughts of her wine? Enjoyed her home she stocked with all that their hearts could desire? To all she has given herself in some measure. Withered leaves one two and three, When the year was in its prime they went to sea in a sieve, they did. Who has understood her subtlety? Emma Seagrave-Hindmarch (talk) 03:17, 29 December 2014 (UTC)

wit?
But what is wit when one cannot apply it? Could father Adam open his eyes? Emma Seagrave-Hindmarch (talk) 03:18, 29 December 2014 (UTC)

fortunate?
As is the smile upon thy face ; from well to better daily, (selfsurpast) god shield thee to thy latest years; Nor i deem for me unmet, The water it soon came in; (it did) what hinders then that ye should be; (step by step to her chair) victorious? Emma Seagrave-Hindmarch (talk) 03:20, 29 December 2014 (UTC)

paul
He walked around carefully, Looking at my objects of desire. Asked it by a brothers name; but once. The man looked to heaven and sighed. Emma Seagrave-Hindmarch (talk) 12:05, 29 December 2014 (UTC)

silent oblivion
'Patience; or lengthening out thy season of delight? But she screamed so loud; she's getting paler everyday. Emma Seagrave-Hindmarch (talk) 13:49, 29 December 2014 (UTC)