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Good bye letterGood bye
This is my final good bye for so long you were my friend for so long my rock
then it all went to hell I am sorry for the bad times and happy for what ever times I made you smile
I know you dont want to hear form me but was suggested that I do a good bye letter so this is it
I have dealt with so many emotions from what was us ive gone from sadness to anger to sadness again I just want it all done and over with so hopefully this gives me the closer I need so I no longer have to deal with this ever again so good bye I wish you the best may the darkness always wrap you in its shroud of protection and may good fortune always follow you
UntitledLock the heart inside the chest
and close off all that makes you human
turn from the light
and realize what makes you strong
take the pain
and return a cold response
lock the heart inside the chest
and never feel again
Namings? Tomato, tamato poNamings?
Sub , grinder
Kroger ,Fred Myers
All the same yet all different?
Why different names for the same thing?
Is whats good for the North not good for the South?
Is whats good for the East not good for the West?
Such weird people all naming the same thing different names.
Can we not all just agree on one name.
So confusing so annoying I must say its rather confusing to be quiet frank.
Why fear deaths touch, why notWhy fear deaths touch,
why not welcome it,
so cold no promises,
No lies to be unraveled,
No dirty secrets hidden away,
Like dirt under ones fingernails,
Lift up to me your cheek,
Feel the cold touch of death,
And forget the lies of warmth and pleasure,
Underneath that lieing sun,
Walk into the night,
Hand in hand with death,
and remember it has always been death that has been true
The story is done, The Tale unThe story is done,
The Tale unfolded,
The plot has ceased,
The villian beaten, But yet no happy end,
Does this story bear,
For in the end,
The hero is broken,
Not by magic,
Not by sword,
Not by mace,
But by closest betrayal,
Final words are cried out,
Yet fall upon silent ears,
Why you he crys yet knows the answer,
For no other was closer,
Thats why you,
For there could be no othe
The darkness comes once more, The darkness comes once more,
filling in what space the light had filled,
why cling to the light,
when the sun is no longer there to shine,
why cling to the hope of light,
when the night has never lied,
to the dark shall i run,
the shadows my cloak, '
the darkness my one true friend,
it never lies,
it never hurts,
it only sooths the pain and the burns of clinging to the light,
so with these words,
the darkness does take over,
forget the light,
forsake the day,
for in the end the night will always reign.
Your grim reaperI once wanted to do nothing more but make you happy now all I want is to be the last thing you see as your last breath is forced from your lungs I want to hear you beg for mercy and stare into your eyes as you releaze that you shall receive none I want to be the cause of your death I want to be your grim reaper
Happy birthday EliWhat can I say bout my dear daughter Eli this her special day
When fate caused our paths to cross I never thought I'd gain as loyal a daughter as you, You always know to make those around you laugh or smile,
You are a very sweet, caring, loving, loyal, person and I am proud to call you my daughter, From day one you have been a joy and pleasure to have around, You quickly fit yourself into the mold of the crazy family that we belong to, and honestly I feel as if you are my actual daughter you remind me of well me in so many ways, So happy 23rd birthday and heres to many more to come and may we always spin this tale as family
The monster takes over
Out of the shadows a young male vampire would step a smile on his face as his eyes laid upon his dear friend. Memorys of how he and the beautiful creature before him had met swam through his head. Today she was in her black and orange cat form fire poofing out from her mouth. Ello my dear -He would greet her as he walked up and hugged her close- Ello you goof bal. -She would reply a light chuckle pouring from her lips as she smiled back at him. He would smile a bit brighter at her usual greeting they would sit and talk bout this and that as the night grew on in time she would turn in and go to sleep. He would stay by her side watching over her as was his promise. As he watched over her he would begin to dream of what is and what could be. He thought of how easy it was for him to make her smile and how easy it was for her to make him smile, Yet even in that they were held apart by others but soon in time both those chains would disappear from both of them. They chain to the girl causing
Maybe... Perhaps...Maybe ... because our encounters are given as numbered...
Perhaps ... there could be no poets in the world, but there will always be a poem for you...
Maybe... I want to eat you and fill me of you because I don’t know when I will have you again…
Perhaps... where my heart burns and rests, I will find you, my beauty...
Maybe... because there is no map to the place where we go...
Perhaps... because all of your kisses are stolen…
Maybe... Darkness and light are the work of one mind, features of the same face, blossom of a single tree...
Perhaps... Something special for you, whispering to the foolish hearts like mine...
Maybe ... because you decided to not stay with me...
Perhaps ... I have to resign myself to run away with you...
Maybe... As long as there are eyes that reflect the passions of the eyes who look at you...
Perhaps... The eyes can’t fit on the face of the world, and the eyes do not fit into the earth to admire your beauty...
Maybe ... Suddenly I found
love poem for a pianistyou make me think about
how heavy negative space can be.
the space between your fingers,
the space between notes,
the space between us
in this small, soundproof room;
every empty millimetre
in my chest
She + She"I like how our feminine gazes cross, from dawn till twilight
This honeyed voice of her, every time
She says she's deeply fond of me. Mellifluous sounds.
The way we roll up in the green watered grass, innocently
Our burning hands melt under our youth's sun beams.
After years of wandering, I'm conviced
I finally found how I should live.
Her arm around my pleased waist."
said Laura, with an indelible grin on her chubby face.
"I especially liked our fortunate meeting
I remember everything, every purple clouds among morning mist
Sprites sowed seeds of love on my path.
When I saw her, one word bolted in my stunned mind,
This stunning aura of her, just left me speechless
Spring butterflies in my stomach,
Each new sapphire moon with this girl is a gift."
said Charlotte, tightly holding her darling's hand.
"A dyke? Meeeh it shouldn't exist, th
RosesRoses are read and violets are blue
I gave my entire heart over to you
You took it from me and dumped it in the trash
I should've known; beauty never lasts
Roses are brittle and violets will wilt
All I did was try and ask you for help
You took me under your wing and crept into my heart
Then you made sure to take your time in ripping me apart
Roses are dead, the violets are too
How did I ever convince myself to trust you
Still, it was nice to think I had a friend
To bad I was just a toy to you in the end
when you came into my life,
your brightened it so much.
your first kiss eased my pain
and began to set my soul right.
your touch soothes my worn nerves,
bringing my anxeity down with love.
your soft words bring me inner peace,
giving me the strength to continue on.
your embrace smothers me with love,
letting me know that you really care.
never leave me, always love me true.
Just as much, honey, as I love you.
GoodbyeRight now I don't want to remember,
And I hope I won't regret this,
But I know I won't want to forget this
Those final hours, and that lingering last kiss
Was the type of moment dreams dwell on,
No I won't forget this:
If that was the last time I held you,
And thought we'd have time,
The last time I tasted you,
And felt your skin slip against mine,
It's the type of goodbye
Writers write about,
Singers sing about,
And dreamers dream about.
Well, I'll scribble about missing you,
And about wilting flowers;
I’m always looking for a story, darling,
And 'goodbye' may be the best of ours.
Love calls, homeLove,
I hear you calling me home.
my heart is bleeding, alone.
Should I pick up the phone?
My love is calling me home.
And, he's calling me home.
FIOLEE,CAP 21 NO ME MIENTASFIOLEE,CAP 21 NO ME MIENTAS
¡Ahora lo que casi nadie espera que sucederá!
Una lagrima broto de sus ojos, trato de detener con persistencia las que le seguían…-no…¡Esto no ha acabado!-
Entre de nuevo en la casa del árbol, definitivamente esa tal Fionna me esta haciendo enfadar de nuevo, no entiendo como es que hace para que esa mirada y esa voz llena de compasión puedan penetrar en lo profundo de mi ser, me hace sentir extraño es como si quisiera estar a su lado y protegerla, ¿pero porque la protegería?, tiene una fuerza bruta inmensamente mortal, claro que eso no lo admitiré nunca por supuesto, pero cuando lucho sola contra mi y me venció baje de las nubes, nunca pensé que un humano pudiese vencerme, ella lo hizo posible.
No se que es lo que le ve al dulce chicle afeminado, digo, por favor, el no puede defenderse por si solo, además de que es un completo cobarde, ¿como i
Loud SilenceMy tongue cannot convey as much emotion as my hands can.
My hands can dance a dance of love & ecstasy, as I caress your beautiful skin.
My hands, they can express how much you mean to me with a gentle stroke of my thumb over your knuckle.
They can scream in anguish and displeasure as I pull my hand from yours, my futile attempt to
shield our awkward affection for one another from your eccentric, pushy family.
They can experience a euphoric sensation as they, ever so slowly, part your silky hair, silent pleasure emanating from my fingertips.
And they can aid in my eternal struggle, -to express my love for you and all you stand for, with a simple squeeze of your smaller hand.
a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crash
that almost killed her,
through whitewhite walls
where her lover dies
nobody thought she'd make it
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway
trying to remember how to start all over
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.
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