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GHOSTSThere is no reason for me to wake up early in the morning.
There is neither 'hi' nor 'hello' as I come through the door.
There is nothing to see but for a shadow
sitting behind corners.
There are no words to exchange with the footfalls I make.
There are only ghosts now filling these empty spaces.
As Children DreamAnd now the stars fall down
To lay their cheeks upon the sand
To sleep away they days until the coming dark
Wakes them, takes them right back to the sky
ORPHEUSWhat with this wicked woe do
I wax and wane like one so
blue, company only to
a wayward night
With what way by which
I go winding wearily warily
away from wasting time
searching for home
Would that i knew where
and how a wandering soul so
alone finds something most certainly
I don't know
What with this wicked woe do
I wither away like one so
blue, black like ash
white like light
The ItchHello again oh dear old friend
I've waited for so long
To see you once again, I fear
That I have missed you so.
Now come into my arms my friend
And I'll take care of you
Now come and rest you troubled soul
While I go claim my dues
You see my friend you're all but gone
This body that we share
Belonged to you belongs to me
Now that you are dead
So sleep my friend sleep long and sweet
I will not take so long
To take the hearts of those you owe
The demon of your soul
-untitled-There's this sense of longing which
I feel right now and I know you feel
It too. How terribly bittersweet this is
To fall in love with you.
This Fragile CorridorThe lights sort of tell me your somewhere in there, waiting for the right time, the right moment, but there's always that reluctance that hinders your movement. In this hallway there is only forward and back or nowhere at all and you I've seen in the past and hope to meet in future. My dreams, though bleak and jaded, are of you, of me, waiting for the right time, the right moment, just sitting here afraid of the future, nursing the past, enjoying the present without you. With you in this fragile corridor. Such is the way I kite around your fickle dreams like smoke through open seams that you could only notice my entirety if you caught on to each and every one of me. But what you think you could be wrong even if it looks like we're sure. I see you; you see me, but there is such a hush in between that it's difficult to hear... us. And like a dream there's nothing much you can grasp for I am shadow dancing behind your curtained glass disappearing just as fast as the blink of your eye or t
TnM-viaje a paris cap finalhola!!! bien, este es el ultimo cap de mi historia C': todo gracias a todos uds!! los amo!!, ok ya me pusi cursi jeje :33 bien aqui va:
sr: no es nada
Thomas: bien... y ahora que?
Jazz: que les parece si Dezz y yo vamos a darle la USB
Fred: si, y diganle que baje
Thom: que baje? para que?
Xavier: ya te lo explicamos, solo vayan...
Dezz y Jazz: ok...
Thomas: y para que quieren que Marie baje?
Fred: le cantaras...
Xavier y Fred: esta cancion!! *le enseñan el papel*
Thomas: es la opcion 3! si! (yo: pienso en ti-jonathan luna)
*con Jazz y Dezz*
Dezz: *golpea la puerta*
Phineas: *abre* hola chicas
JAzz: hola, esta Marie?
Phineas: sip, pero esta un tanto rara
Dezz y Jazz: nosotras lo arreglamos
Phineas: ok pasen
Dezz: marie *tocando la puerta de marie*
Jazz: podemos pasar?
Marie: esta Thomas?
Jazz y Dezz: *se miran a la cara* no!!!
Marie: ok, pasen *abre la puerta deprimida* ¿que paso?
Jazz: supimos lo que paso, Thomas esta muy deprimido y...
Dezz: quisimos sa
Daydream Romance. ( If I could paint. )If I could paint, I would paint him...
His deep, blue eyes, his sleek hips, his dazzling smile & sweet, tender lips.
Which way would I draw his hair? So many styles, to choose just one is not fair.
His cute little tummy, hands & his feet, his legs covered by a bright, white sheet.
I would sketch him out, the way that puts me in a trance, my little daydream romance.
If I could paint, I would do it for him...
For the way that he makes me feel, the closest I have come to something real.
For his dreamy voice that makes me lose sight, of all fears I had that night.
For the protection that his thought offers me, I should owe him something.
He would never give me a secant glance, but he's my dear daydream romance.
If I could paint, I would immortalize him...
The way he is immortal in my fantasies, as I toss & turn begging for him to touch me.
The way he is immortal in my reassuring dreams, more real than what it seems.
The way he is immortal on the big screen, while I just ad
Lily GirlShe has always been a peculiar soul. In order to cope with the harshness of a reality that many only read in novels or see in films, she created a kingdom where she one day would become a princess and find happily ever after.
She is so innocent and so pure. A purity that you only find in children that are rare after they turn into teens.
Here I am a famous man reduced to a bumbling mess in front of a woman four years younger. Yet as much as I desire her I know I can never have her.
I am the thorns of a rose. I may be a sight to see but if you get close my thorns will cause pain.
Therefor I can never truly be with her, not until I can shed my thorns and I can stand next to the delicate yet strong woman she has become.
In my hands are lilies one of the most beautiful of flowers. So modest until it blooms and reveals its sweet and expressive white star. I want you to have them; I would give you all the stars in the sky if I could. But I can only give you lilies. Would you accept them on t
Letter to my AngelMy Dear Angel,
I am sorry, I was odd tonight and could barely speak. You looked so beautiful tonight, in your plaid green shirt. So much so, When I stared into your eyes I could not help up to picture us laying in bed, I feeling your every breath as I hold you in my arms without fingers intertwined. You will never know how much pain it gives me to sit there hiding this from you, because I love you. I know that I love you, because for so long I have held a terrible emptiness inside my heart. I feel it as an ever present heartache. Always there whispering to me that no matter what I do I am not truly happy. Except those times when I am with you. Just having you near me fills that void I have inside with joyful melodies. and at those times that I feel overcome with gladness and love I find myself Afraid and unable to speak for fear that I might lose myself and uncontrollably tell you how much I care about you. From the moment I met you I knew I had to get to know you. somehow I could tell
Love story parte 4La jornada escolar termino rápido, pero a charlotte le aprecio una eternidad, solo podía pensar como la abandono su padre así por más, al salir del colegio charlotte va de camino con Alice a la heladería.
Ya en la heladería luego de pedir un helado se van a sentar a una mesa, charlotte tenia la vista baja, pero cuando mira debajo de la mesa, se encuentra con un celular, ella de curiosidad lo toma, cuando de repente empieza a sonar, ella no sabe que hacer si contestar o no, pero el teléfono dejo de sonar, -oye, ¿porque no contestaste?- pregunto Alice- y...si no es para mi-contesto charlotte – seguramente es la persona que lo olvido-continuo Alice, de repente el teléfono comenzó a sonar charlotte sin opción contestó- ¿hola? - dijo charlotte- hola, supongo que tienes mi teléfono- dijo una vos del otro lado del teléfono- si, eso creo- le contestó ella- ok, donde debo ir a b
My LoveIn days when love held hands, all my dreams came true.
The melodies dancing in the breeze of our sin.
Running from the ocean to the stars,
going from deep seas to your touch
all my love were once yours.
Give me a kiss back, but don't turn your back
Because when the sun goes down we may be apart.
And I' will say that I loved you, my angel lovely, until a day I may die.
Cantar del JuglarQue rasge la crin del caballo mi pecho desnudo
para que quede en los anales de cañas de bambú
que no salí impune de los cien combates reñidos,
que al menos una gota se sangre propia había visto.
Lucho bien, sé que mi estocada es la más letal,
mi escudo es el más grueso, y mi fuerza, la más brutal,
aunque no hay mejor proeza que sea contada
que la muerte cercana al héroe invicto, dice el juglar.
Por cada lapo que magullaba mi cuerpo,
mi voluntad rechascaba como lengua de fuego;
un ruido espectro que engullía con grandes chispas
la tierra bajo aquellos que a mis soldados herían.
¡Cómo lo consume todo Lopt, hijo de escarcha!
¿Porqué debería Láufey controlar a su hijo?
Si no muerta, habrá ido a parar a donde está su nieto:
el reino de niebla en el que se diluye todo objeto.
Son pasos de gigantes los estallidos de cañón
que retumban como ru
Mey do Zahreik (Fool of Hearts)I hear footsteps, but are they mine?
How they must be! So out of line.
But I'm here, right now, before you.
So then my existence cannot be true.
I am a part you, Champion, dear.
From that time you wanted me near.
But now the number is up.
So drip the poison from the cup.
You don't need me now.
I don't want you anyhow.
Hear them closer, but now they pass.
Can't you tell, my Lass?
I am not the one you want.
You seek the master of haunt.
I am madness, you are night.
So do not force what is not right.
Go and do not follow the steps you heard.
Go and follow that unspoken word.
For the candle flickers, near out of fire,
Just like you, with heart of briar.
Maybe, just maybe¿Qué tal sí, dentro de este mundo tan loco en el cual me siento algo sola, me cree mis propios amigos, personajes constantes en mis historias, y ahora sufro con ellos cada pérdida y celebro cada victoria, porque en realidad, soy yo? ¿Podría ser que en el camino me perdí y me sentía tan sola que todo esto solo es parte de una hoja de un libro que ya escribí y no recuerdo como terminaba? Y espero que cada una de las historias que he escrito terminen en un buen final, y tal vez, solo tal vez, terminen en un final feliz... porque solo si mis amigos alcanzan la felicidad yo seré capaz de alcanzarla completamente.
Three Days Worth of Full MoonShe's just up there looking pretty as usual while you're unable to avert your gaze. I know how it must feel to be caged by such a sight as her and I tell you, you might not even notice, but tomorrow she'll still be there.
Count your constelations all you like, but she'll always be the only one who could woo you like that. I know how it must be hard being under her spell, I should tell you it feels like drinking tankards and tankards of ale. And just like the hangover that follows any good drink, tomorrow, she'll be there.
And here we are at someone else's loft and you urging me to look at her soft cool face. But something else caught my eye and it's kinda funny how you aren't aware of how rare a sight it is. And I tell you, you might not even notice, that tomorrow she'll still be there, but right now, I'm fixated on you.
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