Star Lullaby
Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are.
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Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are.
Time and tide washes me aside; Down but never out. Like the punch drunk boxer I stagger, Thrown from bout to bout.
There are more people in this city than yesterday or the day before for that matter Summer's finally here for a final five minutes of silence sweating like a confused android dusty and romantic as...
Here's my definition of Humans for the aliens if they ever decide to visit. Humans - a 2 legged species at the top of the food chain, the dominant species of planet earth.
My life was like a lift, It went up and it went down. Sometimes I got stuck halfway up But I could only frown. I didn't often have to call maintenance, Things sorted out themselves.
Why do people have similarities and differences. Why are we all so unique but only some realise it. Why do we all live together and love and hate. Why do we want to destroy each other.
I been thinking over time about this God thing you know. I mean, religion was drummed into me as a kid, but as I grew up I started to query it.
I pull up my socks, Put on my clothes. How I get up everyday, I do not know. Into this world of hatred. This world of anger. The government's lies. The common's lies. The celebrity's lies.
Im sitting in a waiting room right now and its got me thinking. When sitting in a waiting room you're surrounded by random people.
It's 7am in the morning and you're on your way somewhere, you stare at your car window while listening to that never-ending playlist of yours.
Fact or fiction, hard to decide, Do I belong. But to which side. Wuthering heights or A brief history of time. I believe they both could be mine, Fact or fiction.
Where do the hours between five and eleven go.
In life there are many questions that we seek. In life there are many answers we wait to find. Then the answers become the questions , and the questions become the answers.
This life (addunya) is a sample of the hereafter (akhira) an as human nature we seek for perfection so we will never be satisfied with the sample and remember ,that nothing last long in this life and...
добрый вечер. Ну или утро как уж получится) Не такой я уж и молодой, да и знаменитым я врятли стану ( честно говоря не особо хочется), но рад, что тебя радуют моя писанина, буду стараться .
As I have noticed that very few people including myself like reading a book where the love interest dies in the middle of the story.
Aliens exist for sure. I do believe this, we cannot be the only creatures in the whole universe. However, i don't believe they have high-tech spaceships and stuff.
It always amazes me to see what people make of the word vampire?. Most peole imagine the stories by Bram Stoker or Anne Rice or the latest offering by Charline Harris.
Just, a drop of water. It's only a simple tear. Not a waste at all. Once at least some has spilt a year. A tear… not just one, two, or three. I've spilt more, suvh a waste… such a waste.
I Hear the whispear of the wind when it rush against the leaves of the trees. The oceanic sound of Imaginary waves that lifts my souls to places beyond our world.