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And I looked into her sleeping face. Such beauty is unaccountable.
I am very interested in the English language, literature, books, novels, poetry, plays, films, art and yoga. I like to observe masterpieces in all areas and take inspiration from such. I believe that looking deep into the literary marvels of the world can give people a greater insight into the world we live in and open up the mind to explore and understand new things.
And I looked into her sleeping face. Such beauty is unaccountable.
Once again I'm in the trap,. Of teenage crush and all that crap,. Of sleepless nights and endless days,. Going mad at some forbidden craze,. And as I feel knocking on my hearts door,.
The world is so full of shit, Born and raised by hypocrites, When they make you feel like nothing, Remember, love, it'll all be forgotten.
Painted face, hidden eyes, red hair, smiles wide. Large shoes, oversized cost, checked trousers red nose. High-pitched cackle, squeaking horn, sinister laugh, horror born. Look left. Look right.
I find different countries fascinating, and I would absolutely love it if some of you from around the world, particularly those in school or college, would talk to me about your language, school...
An eye. A mouth. A nose. A strand of hair. So ordinary. So perfect. A shape of a body. The heat of the skin. The curve of flesh. The colour of sin. The breath of night. The swell of day.
Twist that heart and bite away, bitter to the cud the loveless pain; Seek him, feel the shape and texture of his skin, slanderous sin and the lights are dim, Bite the night and bid it gone, love...
Stalking her, her effortless beauty, enthralled me, her purity.
Two magpies and a pure white dove.
Looking out on the moonlit grasses I can see, A pool scarce large enough to bathe a star.
If you're in need of a good laugh, go onto the amazon website and type "veet for men" into the search bar. Choose the top option and read the reviews.
Never did you see the world, Through her eyes like spheres of gold, She was to young, far too naive, You never understood what she could see.
We don't realise what we have until it's gone. So live, laugh and love, Don't be afraid to show who you are, Your true colours are perfect, do not hide them.
We don't realise what we have until it's gone. So live, laugh and love, Don't be afraid to show who you are, Your true colours are perfect, do not hide them.
Dr David Bruce Banner; physician, scientist, searching for a way to tap into the hidden strengths that all humans have. Then, an accidental overdose of gamma radiation alters his body chemistry.
Looking lively, going in fively, Five Four Three Two One.
I just want to make a point and let me warn you, it's rather cheesy but it's so true. Being from South Yorkshire I think it's fair to say that I understand how cruel people can be to one another.
A song my Dad used to sing in school :) Beneath a blue pacific sky, Lies the island of Mindoro, Where in a Filipino bay, Lived a boy called Quinoro, He'd watch the boats go out to sea, And their...
Sat playing some Jimi Hendrix on our Ruby (my guitar) and getting stressed at not being able to play his licks... R.I.P Jimi Hendrix, best guitarist ever :D As well as Eric Clapton And Robert Johnson.
Haha I was looking over my Opusses a few moments ago and I suddenly realised how miserable I must seem.
We were young and naive, Didn't know what we needed, Only wanted each other, Oh what a mistake we made. Nothing ever lasts, Not even love as strong as ours, Or was it weak.
Please note that this is not my work and is just a poem that I find truly amazing and inspiring :) Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through the...
Scabbard deep and blossom red, I look for the pains inside my head, Heart, soul, drowned of hope, Emotion, bleeding, try to cope, He's gone, he's left, what to do, Darling, I never said how much I...
GCSE art exam today. So nervous :S.
Tol'ko skazhe, Dal'she nas dvoye, Tol'ko ogni, Aerodroma, My ubezhim, Nas ne dogonyat, Dal'she ot nikh, Dal'she ot doma... An extract from one of my favourite Russian songs ^.^.
An incident occurred in Orlando some time ago on the fairly new Simpsons ride at Universal Studios.
Stand in that old walled garden and hear the sounds of laughter,. Child's laughter, bright and young,. Like ringing bells in the summer sun,. Hear them chatter and hear them play,.
PART ONE I remember my wedding day. It was a traditional wedding, white, in a church.
Deleted my Facebook account today. Sick of seeing arguments, bitching and pictures of seriously ill babies and children posted by people begging for likes. It's disgusting..
I was recently speaking to my Dad about people we knew and he spoke of a man he once knew called Steve.
Look to the sunset, Hear the birds sing, Smell the morning air, Taste the bittersweet wind..
This is a war story that I'm planning on writing, so this is like a pre release of it to see what everyone thinks :) feedback would be appreciated and, if it's popular enough, I shall begin to write...
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Some poems rhyme, This one doesn't..
She was a victim. In her hand she held a small envelope, full of necessary documents to see her decision through.
The study was a small, compact room, old fashioned, well furnished.
I'd like to welcome a debate to all you people out there who are in love with language and literature. I'm interested in views on if people believe language to be the most powerful weapon.
This is a poem I wrote to pay tribute to the loves of soldiers who suffer terrible consequences of war. He lay in silence, Still and cold, Like a corpse, But still alive in his soul.
"I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in his grace" -Don John, 'Much Ado About Nothing' by William Shakespeare.
I have decided to post this poem to raise awareness of the soldiers away fighting to keep our countries free.