Forever Shining
#colourchallenge. #inmemoryof. There's something about the stars tonight. Shining perfect in the sky. The clouds no longer block my view. So I shall count them all for you.
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#colourchallenge. #inmemoryof. There's something about the stars tonight. Shining perfect in the sky. The clouds no longer block my view. So I shall count them all for you.
I remember it well: As if I kept the butterflies In a little, dusty glass jar, And am peering through the scratches To watch their paper-thin wings shiver.
So long ago we met Those warm summer days When the waters we laid by reflected the gorgeous sun rays Your eyes fixed on mine And mine on yours as well Oh those eyes.
#bestofopuss/Toms My father never seemed to change Not even as I grew, With hair as white as buttermilk And eyes of cornflower blue.
The wind howls through the graveyard, ruining precious gifts left on the resting places of loved ones. A hunched, elderly man and a young woman sit side by side next to an overgrown, unmarked plot.
I woke up this morning, feeling rather blue. I looked at my alarm clock, and then at my wonderful view. After some time, thinking yesterday through. I went downstairs, and discovered you.
The rising of old Suns, blazing in the vespertine sky, Thorough my window, burst wide Brings back a thousand sensations I have not felt Since before I last saw your tall, dark figure Disappearing...
These are just a couple of verses from this extensive mass of a narrative song I wrote quite some time ago now.
After reading one of poem that brought so much painful memories to me, I knew I had to find this old piece of paper, I wrote when I was so little, don't remember age exactly, probably around 6 or 7,..
I couldn't determine if it was how your clothes were fitting that day, or if it was the way you did your hair.
I saw you with her, holding hands. On that street, you were out of time and place, like the remnants of a dream materialising into the mundane.
Four years. Four years of sleepless nights, silent screams and everlasting nightmares. Dreams of us. Still climbing trees and feeling small as we watch the stars from the roof of your house.
This year I'll be careful, Won't make you stay up late, Whilst I'm out and you're worrying, I'll try not to make you wait.
Remembering the time you raised me, Making me believe, that there's more to life than just a mere tree, You were there to help me see, And you were there to help me breath, When the worlds grip just...
There were so many days that. Drifted away. That December. I still remember. The heartache. The pain. The screaming out in vain. Begging things to change. But what happened wont go away. Tomorrow.
Finnick: After 15 minutes of walking, we arrive at her house. "Now, don't be expecting luxury, this isn't the Capitol" She says in a ridiculous Capitol accent.
Te escuché hablar sobre el amor de tu vida y lo duro que fue perderla el día que me pediste formalmente que me casara contigo. Estabas borracho. Al principio lloré un poco.
Little lights Twinkling bright Shadows loom Not like doom Trees fly by While I sigh Fields of snow There they go Tiny house Like a mouse No lights on Is that a fawn.
Il y a de l'eau partout autour de moi, elle s'insinue par tous les interstice. Les souvenir remontent jusqu'à moi toi et seulement toi, nos rires résonnent dans mon crâne.
Standing on the edge The light coming out from behind me And the darkness before me The stars. The normal bright array of them Now forgotten behind the murky haze of the cloud filled sky The moon.
I wish I could go back to Christmas Eve, 2010. I wish I could relieve the last Christmas with my grandma. When everyone was happy, when there was nothing for me to worry about.
#adventchallenge. #acorns. Little Johnny's playing. All around the house. Loud as a battalion. Quiet as a mouse. In his room with Lego. Building knobbly towers. So much joy, this Danish toy.
Sitting here thinking, one day I'm not going to go to school tomorrow.
Rain drops slithered down the cold glass of the window as my warm breath created a milky puddle on its surface. With my pale, nimble finger I traced a jagged heart, it quickly evaporating away.