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The stark beauty of Winter brings with it many occasions to let yourself shimmer and shine. 'Tis the season to honor beauty that doesn't fade -- your own, or that of a loved one -- with something special. Anyone can dazzle in mass-marketed glitter, but what kind of indulgence is that? My Silver Leaves Collection are all original and custom designs, hand-made using fine silver, gemstones, and replicas of natural leaves. No two are exactly alike, so each piece is as special and distinct as the recipient. Almost any kind of piece is possible, with almost any kind of stone...but leaves are now limited until the Spring. Contact me now to discuss commissioning pieces in time for the assorted Winter holidays.

See My Butterfly Rose Creations Gallery for information, details, and more recent examples of my work.

(Crossposted hither and tither, because I've got a husband and baby to help support, and this year I want to be able to send my friends presents, dangit!)

Hi! I'm new here. My name is Anna, I'm 18, I live in Finland.
Actually I've been a member for two weeks already but no-one's posted anything under that time, so I still don't quite have a clue about what's this community exactly about. It just sounded nice ^^
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I love Summer in Finland <3 I love all the seasons in Finland, in fact. Or, the fact that this country truly has 4 different seasons ^^ I don't mean to brag or anything, I'm just feeling so happy-go-lucky at the moment.

*Do you remember summer days
Just after summer rain
When all the air was damp and warm
in the green of country lanes?
And the breeze would touch your hair
Kiss your face and make you care
About your world
Your summer world
And we would count the evening stars
As the day grew dark
In Beechwood Park*

-Zombies: Beechwood Park

I just joined and was somehow moved to share something close to me...


I remember that first day
like slow motion
tracing your soul with my eyes
and my hands...wanted so badly
to come along for the ride
see, you and I are a dance that likes to move
in slow motion sometimes
and in the midst of all the
pause, play, fast forwards, and rewinds
the picture was always vibrant and clear
that we'll continue to evolve and revelate
deeper into our love for lifetimes upon years

and the Universe has paved us a tricky road indeed
with chunky gravel, pot holes, and debree
sometimes even the road signs
are impossible to read
I want you to know, it never bothers me
even when it starts to rain or sleet
just take my hand and we can dance
in slow motion
right there in the middle of the street

Well Laura, you are my best friend. I know I am not yours and I do not care at all. Sometimes when I think of you sorrow takes over me beacuse of all the troubles in your life. Though, mostly I am just full of JOY when I think of you! You are the best person in the world. No one surpasses your kindness, love for life, and just YOU. When I read the poem Helen, I think of you. Its by Edgar Allen Poe, I know kinda freaky. Though the poem has Laura written all over it. You have made a change in my life like no one else. Even when we are miles away in different countries I will always hold a place for you in my heart.

Where are the Dreamers who walk this world but refuse to be limited by it? Where are those who feel they belong in other places, other ages? Where are the romantics, the kindred, the spiritual, the magickal? Where are those who lavish in fantasy, in arcana, in the natural, the celestial, the medieval, the Renaissance, the Celtic lands, lore and legend, mythology and memory? Where are the old-world goths of dark beauty, of velvet and stone? Where are the fae spirits, the moon-dancers, the forest-wanderers, the wind-singers? Where are those who feel they've found their place in the world once they are at RenFests, or Faires, the SCA or RPGs? Where are you?

I know you're out there. After all, I am. And I'm trying so hard to bring a little more of the wonder of the world I'd rather be living in, into the world of mundane logistics that I'm stuck in. I'm trying to take the muddle of questions...of health, time, family, finances, sanity...and answer it in a way that allows me to meet all those needs with who I am, not just what I can do...and share it. Share it with the rest of you...the friends, those who could be friends, those who simply share the same kind of fondness for the world and its potentials. Those who have been yelling into my head until I head echoes of confidence that...I can do this.

I can start my own small business based on my artisanship, based on my personality, based on who I am and what I love and how I see the world. Butterfly Rose Creations can be another dream made more than a dream. And it's the sort of dream I can share.

But the yelling has faded to whispers now that I've started making my little declaration to the world, and few seem to want to stand by what was said. Would you take a look? Would you share with me what you make of what you find? Will you help me add a little more beauty, a little more meaning, to the world we're all lost and found in?

Please?

Some of you know me, know what I offer in friendship, advice, information or ideas. Some of you might simply remember my offer of DragonMoons previously. Now I am running two new auctions (yes, EBay auctions, I admit it...but I'm desperate), here and here. The first is of a chain-maille styled choker and matching earrings, featuring shiny stainless steel rings, fittings, and cascading chain, and blue stone stars. The second is of a matching hand-flower/slave bracelet (a bracelet that extends over the back of the hand to at least one finger). Both are hand-made, original designs on a shooting star theme. (This is, after all, about passionate wishes.) Both are feminine yet not fragile, both durable and beautiful, professional but not standardized. The auctions have about 3 days and 20 hours left.

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It sucks...but my teacher's excited voice for Geometry doesn't help my concentration:


It feels like summer
when the morning air gives a chill
only to welcome the heat to move in later
the pink sky, like lemonade and cream
disguises the blue, salty sea
you walk in barefeet upon pebbles and sant
looking at the beauty of the high grass and your Tuesday morning, alone.
You walked far away from the kelly green crewcuts and white fences
The rotted wood beneath your feet is gray and comforting
Your hair never looked so radiant
with your loose white shirt blowing on the beach from the cool, seltzer wind
you discover you'll never be in a life more wonderful

There is no better company than nature

The sunlight hit my window this morning later than it should have, sending golden hues over the dirty wood floor and setting the cluttered walls alight. I couldn't hide from the morning, not from the rosy light or the warm sounds filtering up through the thin walls. Everything was soft, the curve of my elbow that was draped over my face, the lines of the bed I lay on. All the colors seemed increased in depth and tone.

I didn't want to wake up, to let the world ruin that perfect stained-glass morning, to see my beautiful waking colors dampened and muted with the gray tones of our society. Everything was perfect and warm, the air was thick and fragrant, smelling of rose incense and musty neglect. Posters took the walls away, and instead of candy red paint I was left sorrounded by sweet, breathing entities of all the things I loved. Nothing of sorrow existed.

I rolled over, burrying my face into my pillow and crawling deeper into my burrow of old, unclean blankets, imagining that the one I wanted was lying there beside me. I could almost smell them, and I curled around their body as if they were there. I wanted to linger there forever, half in sleep and sorrounded by warmth and heavy silence.

The world could wait.

I wanted to share it because you're so important to me and this is meant to be pretty and you're pretty
I hope it's ok

And you’re still here, I scream and I cry, I thank and I apologise.
You’re here. Inside me, outside me. You’re touching me all over, caressing me with your warm nostalgia. Nostalgia doesn’t leave like a girl. It’s stuck, and it’s writhing, and it hurts and it makes me smile.
When all I want to do is give up, it’s giving me the strength to hold on, I’m moving, it’s making me fly.
You’re here. In my mind, in my heart. I cliché my way, but it’s so original. She couldn’t be more original. You’re not going anywhere, it’s not going to stop,
but you’re warm. You’ve always been so warm.
It’s always been the little things; no one else could have such small things. You made them all so significant. Your wet eyelashes. You always made me appreciate them. Always.
You’re still here.
Your scent is still surrounding me, I don’t know why, but it’s there. It’s a comfort some mornings, when the whole world is running away from me, leaving me behind. It’s still here.
You’re still here.
Somewhere down there, you’re always here for me.

if you were there you'd know, if you were there you'd know,
if you were there you'd know...that i care
i care for you baby.
there's no need for you not to have faith in me
cause its by your side girl that i long to be

i i i swear

A flickering light
from the edge of your room
A fast highway,
Could you take me away...
I don't care where;
deep into the deserts
or through the cold
Make fast highways our home.

Anonymous people on anonymous streets
A cigarette burns in your hand-
We could just follow your smoke
Wherever it takes us

Bright eyes like fireflies
obvlivion is beautiful...
Could you take me away

well i kept fantasising your eyes were wide open and it made me long for a little last night,
yes it was frantic, it was young it was sweet,
but a sweet worth every bite.
im' not normally one to be greedy but i had to be greedy with you
five days, six days, a whole month couldnt satisfy my only sweet tooth.

it can take many years to forge a friendship it can take a lifetime to get close,
but we took all the shortcuts used our hearts as a map
and we still go closer than most.

all i can do is thank you,
i wish that every dream you have will come true,
five years six years the whole of your lives
i'll be wishing for the riches for you.

[Valeria Andrews]
If you wanna be somebody
If you wanna go somewhere
You better wake up and pay attention
Hey...

So you think you've got the answers
To all that lies ahead
Well, in my mind I thought the same one time
And I hear you spouting much talk
'Bout how you ain't being lead
Ain't no one telling you what to do
But attitude will catch up with you
And keep you from your destiny

If you wanna be somebody
If you wanna go somewhere
You better wake up and pay attention
When the time is now or never
To make your dreams come true
You gotta wake up and pay attention

[Ryan Toby]
I ain't buyin' no more lyin'
'Cause truth don't cost a thing
Denyin' what's inside's too much to pay
It's 'bout sweatin' without stressin'
There ain't no other way
You know you can't get much without much givin'
Oh, expect from yourself and you'll respect yourself
You control your destiny

If you wanna be somebody
If you wanna go somewhere
You better wake up and pay attention
When the time is now or never
To make your dreams come true
You gotta wake up and pay attention

Time to wake up, everybody
Time to wake up, children
Wake up, everybody
(ooh...)

If you wanna be somebody
If you wanna go somewhere
You better wake up and pay attention
When the time is now or never
To make your dreams come true
You gotta wake up and pay attention

If you wanna be somebody (wake up)
Go somewhere
Wake up and pay attention
When the time is now or never
To make your dreams come true
You gotta wake up and pay attention
[fades out]

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