Wandering Across The Skies
If I ever find the chance someday. I'll escape this world for good. Abandon it for skyward sights. I wish someday I could. I'd clamber up a ribbon of moonlight. As far as I could go.
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If I ever find the chance someday. I'll escape this world for good. Abandon it for skyward sights. I wish someday I could. I'd clamber up a ribbon of moonlight. As far as I could go.
The Dark, The Light. I have written these words with capital letters because they are names. Names, titles, the same for some.
Last time I didn't step up... I didn't stand up when my time came. I couldn't take the power of the events abrupt. I left it, thought it was lame.
The rhythmic rocking of the boat Soothed my tired mind And soon I left my troubles ashore Left all my worries behind All alone in the wild expanse That is the open sea I settled down for some quality...
Laugh all you want you sick idiot, You think I'll keep it all in, that I'm not feeling it. I'm not numb, Im too soft for that purpose, But with all your blame and screams, im a dead carcass.
Unsure of her own nature, she cried out to her father, the river, to save her from the ardent god's intent. Great as her fear of the god's raw pursuit, her own self doubt.
A dream within a dream is the only truth to be known..
A wave caught my eye as I Stood on a pier and it Strived towards the shore till in Crashing was no more.
This is a story about four people: Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, and Nobody. There was an important job to be done and Everybody was asked to do it. Everybody was sure Somebody would do it.
Can you hear the soft acceptance of feathered blossom as it drifts... slowly sighing... to the carpeted cushion of emerald grass...
A time of celebration. A time of wonder. I sparkle as the sun. In couragous celebration. The flowers are blooming. I see my rose, all in bloom. This beauty. This calm. This is one to be cherished.
THIS IS LABOUR GOVERNMENT REST OF THE WORLD VERSION: The squirrel works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building and improving his house and laying up supplies for the winter.
On a green hill. Under an Oak tree. A little bluebird. Sang a song for me. It sang of happy days. With food for everyone. And all had time. To play out in the sun. But then the dark days came.
In July 012, I'm on my way, Down to the island, Where the lemurs play, And the balboa trees sway, When I go down to the island, I'll come back all brown and thin, My oh my what a win :) When I go...
This is the story of four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, and Nobody. There was an important job to be done and Everybody was asked to do it. Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it.
Umutluyum karanlık yolların yolcusu olsam da Her ümidin arsız bekleyicisiyim, Bir söz getirdi beni sana, Gözlerin can buldurdu hayatta, Bir bardak şarabın, Üç beş laf edebileceğin dostun, Bir de...
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.
I stumble through the dark, Causelessly, aimlessly, Without purpose or reason, Without a light to lead my way.
I'm sitting in my sailing boat, Staring into the sapphire sea, I look above the white tipped waves, And something fascinates me.
I want to be your guitar. Run your fingers over my fret board. Pluck my strings and give me my melodious avatar. Sing to me and play that major chord. I'm feeling your song through and through.
It can be a shadow in the corner of the room. It can be a flicker at the edge of your vision. It can be a creeping shiver traipsing along your skin. It can be the bustle of bodies enclosing around...
The once particularly lushed green leaf is admired in the beginning of autumn. Comes winter, and it’s the only leaf attached. Brown and crispy. Admired still.
PLEASE READ!!. Ever think of the hunger games trilogy this way. Its almost as if the capital is us, the whole human race, the superior specie.
1 spatula of decision making 2 tablespoons of the drive to accomplish 3 morsels of TIME 4 doses of realism 5 pans of breaking out of comfort zones p/s. Courage, just a sprinkle would do..