TLC
Rude at the end. Read on...
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I’m haunted by your laugh, Your almond shaped eyes... I still feel the smoothness of your hair, I feel the heat from your dreamy stare. I miss your smell, Your soft skin The way you used to hug me...
Inside the offices, the dim and yellow strip lighting Gives hollow light, reluctantly, to those who sit below In rows, at desks with rings of coffee staining deep into them Like faint reminders of...
Joint poem with @sjw Sienna,writing alternating lines,guess who wrote which lines.
When you want to speak but you're too afraid. When you can't understand the game they played. When you haven't even done it wrong. And the feeling stays around too long.
(Year 5) It was the 5th year, I was finally 15. "Harry" I hugged him, "good luck with your..." He shrugged. "There was dementors Claire" warned Harry. I wrapped a arm around him, "I trust you" I said.
"Come on let's go home so you can relax a little Annie." Niall says taking my hand in his. We walk back to the car slowly because of me and drive home.
#nightdwellers As I walk through the valley, in the shadow of death I close my eyes and hold my breath What has happened to the world into which I was born.
Jack yanked open his curtains, letting in another glorious Linestone day. Phil was already working in the garden.
I think it's quite amusing Facebook trying to win me home, Sending me an email That I opened on my phone.
After years of experimentation, countless late nights and oodles of coffee, I have finally perfected and constructed my very own Improvised Explosive Device.
This one's a little bit shorter, because there wasn't much of a gap, enjoy!: The next day at school was awkward.
1. “The more you give, the more you receive” is a universal truth that applies to way more than charitable giving. It literally applies to everything.
Glen: I believe you're right, so why am I here. God: I felt bad for you, your life has put me in tears. Glen: I'm living life to the fullest, like they say.
(part 2) I woke up what seemed like hours later. I had been tied to a metal table with some kind of strong wiring. "What is this?" I gasped. My throat was dry and raspy. I needed water.
There is a strategy game online called Empire, where you are a Lord of the Castle & recruit forces, collect taxes & forge tools. As well as that you build dwellings, towers & decorative items.
#emotion The water has made me numb all over my body. My eyes have become misty with little clouds that I think may be my frozen eyelashes.
Three witches stand around the fire, Their ugliness is oh-so dire. One with hair fashioned from cat, Eyes intact and tail: cravat. One with eyeless pits of grey, Filled with mould and rank decay.
#nightdwellers A tiny, silver drop of dew balances on the very edge of a deep, crimson petal. The rose is at its best, filling the still night air with a luxurious, intoxicating scent.
Hey my darlin', just a note. In fact, the last thing I ever wrote. Honey when you became my wife. Never been so proud in all my life. A simple country boy, wild and free.
Does anyone remember that time when secrets existed. When cock-ups and accidents and faux-pas weren't listed. When you could change to 'single' without facebook's command.
People will always leave, they will always be forgotten and I am certain I will always be unhappy.
Alex wound up working later than expected that day, and it was heading into evening when he turned home, his newly-acquired ebony box and its strange contents tucked under his arm.
‘Do it again,' they commanded. 'Are you sure?' I asked. My head swam. 'Yes, yes.