[link]
Thanks all. I'll be slowly switching over, including rewatching all those I watch. If I miss you be sure to me know and I'll remedy it. Thanks all.


At SunsetA speechless beauty That beats almost painfullyAt Sunset
Against your ribs The colors that the sunset tosses aside Spread, harmlessly, across your skin Then, as if from a signal inaudible Want to close tightly, with a snap Weaving you, irrevocably, in. The gold that weaves itself
Like a Romans laurel wreath of victory Within and without hair of muddy brown Seems as though it makes futile attempts To make you anything but plain. The stars try so hard To lend sparkles to your eyes Which remain, obstinately, the dullest green. The dying suns ligh


CalypsoHe runs fingers over her Through her. With a smile, he doesnt notice. With a smile? He doesnt notice?Calypso
Like colors spinning, Spinning before her eyes, She smiles back But doesnt understand why He can see through, Through her like a specter Why she is so insipid Like a ghost from his past But he can still hold her tight all the same. But he will still hold her tight all the same.
She floats away on a whisper, A mere breath from his lips. She breaks apart like fog And he walks into the heart of her An


paper dollsOnce, you told me that my skin was too pale and that my eyespaper dolls
were too sad. You told me to wear colors other than black.
I went home that night and dragged the blade of my pocket knife across the white of my inner thigh, watching as scarlet bloomed to surface.
I called you on the telephone and said,
You would be proud, Im wearing red tonight.
I think you laughed, but it sort of sounded like a sob.
+
There was something beautiful about the rain, and on stormy days, you would always hold me on your couch and twirl your fingers in my hair.
smile
--
"I don't see why we have to be so quiet; it's only a goblin city..."
-Sir Didymus, Labyrinth
--
*I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.*
*Behind this mask is an idea... And ideas are bulletproof.*
*We are the music makers and we are the dreamers of dreams.*
ps: you are invited to visit my page.
--
KEEP THE FAITH AND BE A NUT LIKE ME.
My Poetry ... come`s from the Heart but music rules my soul
[link]
[link] <<< CHECK HIM OUT ?
--
*I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.*
*Behind this mask is an idea... And ideas are bulletproof.*
*We are the music makers and we are the dreamers of dreams.*
Not Studying
what a downer
--
KEEP THE FAITH AND BE A NUT LIKE ME.
My Poetry ... come`s from the Heart but music rules my soul
[link]
[link] <<< CHECK HIM OUT ?
--
*I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.*
*Behind this mask is an idea... And ideas are bulletproof.*
*We are the music makers and we are the dreamers of dreams.*
it should mean you get better results than a student who is forced to do a subject they dislike.
--
KEEP THE FAITH AND BE A NUT LIKE ME.
My Poetry ... come`s from the Heart but music rules my soul
[link]
[link] <<< CHECK HIM OUT ?
Previous Page12345...Next Page