Dusty fingers move quickly,
When they are sickly.
Clean Fingers make haste,
because they don't have the time to waste.
Lopsided FeelingTears run down my face, I cry
Inside and out but you dont know why
It because of your skull of steel
That my thoughts dont turn your wheel
Im weakened and starved by your words
But that doesnt meant Ill allow my flesh to be eaten by the birds
I amI am the child that waits
I am the child that fears
I am the child that worries you'll never be here.
I am the teen that hits
I am the teen that cries
I am the teen who is always asking 'Why?'.
I am the adult that works
I am the adult that fears
I am the adult of the child that waits for me to be there.
Excerpt From FB Fan-FictionThree hundred sixty two days, Kyou reminded himself with an indifferent voice.
The cat couldnt figure out that out of everyone that he could never see again, why did she have to go. Why did she have to leave him in the shadows. Why couldnt she stay? Within his mind he kept replaying the scenario constantly over and over again in his brain even though he knew the answer. The carrot top shook his head fervently trying to shake the images of her delicate kind face from his head. He was foolish to love her, to care for her, and to try to protect her.
To try and defy God...
The wind blew solemnly tossing hair in his face. Closing his eyes he let stray strands of hair tickle his furrowed brow. Fat puffy grey beasts rolled around the sky soaking up its moisture, they growled with pleasure as they began to approach the Sohma residence. Just as the young man stood up and began to file out curses towards the clouds he heard the petite slam of a d
of heart beats-
an awkward, painful
fluttering like heavy snowflakes
struggling to stay afloat in the empty expanse of somber sky
fearing, not the iniquitous fall from grace, but the scolding caress of the torrid earth below.
Every Journey Begins...Every journey begins with ignorance.
You’re in your own little world.
Surrounded by secrets you didn’t know exist.
You’re surrounded by fools
Who know less than you.
And somehow, somehow, you’re different.
A stranger in a “black and white” world.
And when a fellow stranger comes along,
Your journey to find the grey world begins.
You’ll refuse at first,
But the grey world is so tempting
That you’ll find yourself accepting.
Amazement will occur,
Losses will take place
And you’ll surely be filled with despair.
But when it’s over,
You’ll go back to the black and white world grey,
And fill the world with many colors.
The Sleeping Beauty (Original Story/Uncensored)The prince approached the sleeping princess, who lay draped upon a velvet throne under a dais of brocade. He called out to her, but she seemed insensible, as if in a trance. As he contemplated her many charms, he suddenly felt his blood course hotly through his veins. The prince lifted her in his arms and carried her to a bed, whereon he gathered the first fruits of love while she slept on. When he was through, he left the princess, and returned to his own kingdom, where, in the pressing business of his realm, he thought no more of the incident.
The princess slept on for nine months, and when the nine months were up she gave birth to two beautiful infants, a boy and a girl. Throughout her pregnancy, the princess, whose name was Talia, had been attended by two fairies who now placed the infants at their sleeping mother's breasts. One of the children, unable to find the mother's nipples, sucked on Talia's finger, loosening the poison splinter that had lodged there when she pricked it on
The Wanderer [Poem]That's all he ever did.
From place to place this man strolled,
Finding new spots to call home,
But leaving when he felt they had become old.
He once stumbled onto a beautiful forest,
filled with life and colour and all things bright.
But he up and left when he realized that there,
Hard work was the only way to do things right.
He then clambered onto a mountainous peak,
Where the stone hills seemed to defy common sense.
But as the wind picked up and nature's music played,
He left this place to its own harmonic suspense.
He happened upon a village of precision,
Being all angles, numbers and circles too.
He was given clothes, a home and a bed,
But left after being told what to do.
The wanderer felt sad, and alone.
He could never fit in, not anywhere he went.
He felt worthless, without meaning,
As if his soul had been spent.
“Do I even have purpose?”
It was on this thought he began to ponder,
When realization struck:
Maybe his purpose, was simply to wander.
SacadatTe-am pierdut într-o pată de ploaie uscată.
Borduri trec, cadenţa-i uşor sacadată,
frunze-n pantofi împiedic deodată...
e toamnă şi-n suflet mă simt demodată.
Vânt se încurcă în crengi de pe-acum.
Calc un trotuar, calc iubirea în scrum,
tac mâlc în gânduri, adorm calmă-n fum...
a ta tăcere-mi ţine frig azi oricum.
Plapumă caldă mi-ar fi-al tău cuvânt...
tu, să scoţi soare din negrul mormânt,
tu, să schimbi noaptea în zi, tot crescând,
tu!... m-am trezit dintr-un vis fumegând.
Mis-timedI look into your eyes, see the passions that you hide
So many things you'd say, if your hands weren't tied
It's always been the timing, that keeps us far away
When you want me closer, I'm afraid to stay
And just when I've changed my mind
Those hands that held me tight re-bind
And so the circle'd dance follows it's chosen path
The broken pieces of the heart, more then we both hath
Our hearts are always closer, then we like to admit
But the way things are now, perhaps it's time to quit
I'm tired of the fighting, and the way things seem to be
The soft look in your eyes hurts, when you see into me
It's like you fear our closeness, but long for it as well
Almost a painful ending, like a broken twisted spell
Your arms you wrap around me, holding on so tight
But deep inside, you push me back an internal fight
When sleep has claimed your eyes, you hold me so dear
But when you're awake, you push me back in fear
I feel drawn to protect you, and to run away so far
Chasing after you, is like chasi