anchor dallas big heavy thing that sort of sticks to something that you consider permanent. 980826 ... deb i long to show you all the things that move me, everything i couldn't begin to do justice to on paper- that canyon in the mountains where the world was new again~ walking barefoot on the beach just to discover the feel of sand~ to gape, not noticing how large your eyes have suddenly become upon seeing downtown Chicago for the first time~ the wonder that fills you at holding an hour-old baby... (not ours yet, i hope i hope) i want you to see everything i've seen, feel the complete awe i've found in this world, and lost again when anchored to this place alone~ 010313 ... Shugarhi you used to be my anchor, my place, my only...now you are nothing... 010515 ... Photophobe 8 times a day I check my pusle. Have I had too much coffee again, or do I just feel like I'm burnig for no reason. The glistening skies drive me to distraction. The vultures circling me are driven off by the storm crowds hanging over my shoulder. But no matter how far I run, I'm drawn back to the anchor points in my life. Art and Love aren't the only important things in life. But it sure seems that way. 010516 ... Photophobe 8 times a day I check my pulse. Have I had too much coffee again, or do I just feel like I'm burning for no reason. The glistening skies drive me to distraction. The vultures circling me are driven off by the storm crowds hanging over my shoulder. But no matter how far I run, I'm drawn back to the anchor points in my life. Art and Love aren't the only important things in life. But it sure seems that way. 010516 ... The Editor 8 times a day I check my coffee again, I feel like I'm The glistening vultures hanging to the anchor in my way. 010808 ... Photofused what? That was stange, in a hilarious kind of way 020301 ... yummyC no yes no yes no yes whenever somebody discusses an anchor, there is ALWAYS an argument. always. i dont think i have ever talked about an anchor or been around someone talking about an anchor without an argument. thats really weird, isnt it?? 020302 ... silentbob this one goes out to the kids who drove 6 hours in a stolen car and then missed the show heres to just sinking the ship without giving a shit less_than_jake 020302 ... bethany it's what they call an anchor scar it goes around the base of the breast and then a perpendicular line from the areola down to that lower fold is drawn, see just like an anchor 020303 ... lycanthrope he would return home from a night of classical music, of a piano fantasy about the moon. The moon would be high in the sky and fully reflective the whole drive home, and he would hear the light trickle and heavy smatter of piano keys as every stoplight turned and at every distant lapping of a wave on a shore. And he'd take the music home to her. She could never stand it directly, it was always too quiet or too loud, or if moderate, too much like life. But he would come home, and unmoor her for a bit, translate it, untill she felt the beauty in the way it gave his arms strong sudden confidence, in the way it gave his lips and eyes a beguiling mildness. In the way tension built and slipped. He would be heavy on her, and unapologetic, and then she would do the same, they would move and the bed would creak musically like the straining bellows of a barely watertight ship, a ship on the edge of surrendering integrity for the feeling of water rushing through it, removing the power of it's anchor. He was her anchor at moments, holding her there so she could see the ivory like reflections of the moon over unknowable depths. Holding her there so she knows that to move any farther would be endless. And then they are anchored in warmth and turning, and the music fades away. 020309 ... werewolf a tattoo on my arm, what keeps me from wandering into uncharted waters 020309 ... junk Anchor Angel Sunshine Breath Always 040809 ... andru235 mine didn't come to this world someday, though 050824 what's it to you? who go blather from