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The moon looms above me, A blinding and lonely guide, The only thing I can see In this forsaken, wretched world. This place no one has ever been before.
Kick it, push it, Try to make it open its Thick eyes and see That what you're doing Is for its own good. Stupid stone, ungrateful too. "I'm trying to help God damn it!" Is it really that hard to see.
Instinct: Chapter 3 (Part 3) Leo I shook my head and stuffed it into the pocket of my joggers. I wanted to speak to Kate first. It didnt matter what she was, I still loved her.
My deep roots of foundation, Ripple with anticipation, The ground is shaking, Perhaps in awakening.
I saw it that day, and since its never gone away. A spark, Then a glow, Little bits to show. A shine, Then a light, Bursting with might. A beam, Then a ray, Growing everyday.
His eyes do glimmer with those evil glints, Bow to the wrath of the underworld prince. You have no control over your mind in his presence, His aura fills the room with its detestable incense.
Sculptor waited for his muse He'd been there half the day "I wish that she would hurry up I've got bills to pay" It was to be his masterpiece For everyone to admire And he planned to sell it on So...
We were driving up to Ruidoso, NM. She was in the driver's and I was in the passenger's. When we reached Mesclarero, she rolled down the windows. Her eyes grew bigger and life filled her.
She opened her eyes to white. That searing, scientific, spotless white. It burned itself into the back of her retinas. She tried to remember. She did.
In anger you clench your fist - not driven by violence but in desperation of trying to hold on to the last thread of a clear mind.
When I told people about the wedding, everyone said to me "marriage isn't a word, it's a sentence". I guess I was released early for good behaviour. Three years ago my life turned upside down.
Where should you put the candle. Well, isn't that obvious. Find the darkest part of the room, Place it there, And watch it crawl across the walls, Spreading it's light.
I cannot tell when the dreams began any more. I've lived with them now as long as I can remember and wouldn't be surprised to learn I've had them even longer than that.
"Eddy" In a marvellous little town Lived a daring fellow, Eddy. He could keep in his hand, for fun, A keg full of fine brandy. He, with his fingers, ploughed land much better than all ploughs.
"Baobab" Hey, babe. Get in the Baobab. This deep hollow can keep your swollen soul too. Hey babe, listen to the whisper of сlawed paws in a gap There inside, we are such...we’ll be better too. ...
Look I made a lot of mistakes in my life/. Took a lot breaks in my life/. False start in the race of my life/. Took my time to take the strides/. To actually changing my life/.
Two young dreamers set out to change the world. Everything was on their side; money, looks, education and street smarts. Their only difference was their approach to this seemingly impossible task.
The transformation was astounding. From emaciated, sallow shell of a person, to a slightly fuller, rosier one - Quinn looked like a new person. Her hair shone dully, but shone nevertheless.
As I walked alone I saw A shop that wasn't there before Here, just opposite the park A quaint old place, strange and dark I gingerly opened the door Couldn't even see the floor For piled on high all...
I remember the beginning, but fear greatly of the end, where there shall stand an enemy, where once there stood a friend. The laughter will fade into silence, the river of warmth will run dry.
Explanation: in one episode of the cartoon series As Told By Ginger, there is a poem that she recites for her class. I saw this episode so many years ago, but I think about the poem almost daily.
The light shines brighter than it ever has. Pouring in through the exit of this isolated, cold and lonely cave. Finally, drawer closer than I ever dreamed possible, to the mouth of this hellish cave.
I liked how he ocean made me feel. Out there the ocean was pure and strong; it wasn't artificial and chemically treated like the water back home. At home I was always taught to be careful.
Would you destroy something perfect to make it beautiful. Watch it fall apart at the seams only to be repaired in an unorthodox manor.