No more time anymore~Arty
Simple Words' Long Way 'RoundI want to give him a picture -what he gets are words Thoughts I once thought -stumble as I speak Floating out between my teeth -falling off along the road.Simple Words' Long Way 'Round
I’m thinking of a realm -telling about a city He sees a house -small and lonely. I’m talking about a tree -in fair autumn colours He’s thinking of yellow leaves -my picture was a forest. I visit distant worlds -pincesses and pretty castles I tell about a library -what you see, is letters.
How many houses are there in
No TitleShe’s sitting on the bedside Looking down at the sleeping child Forcing tears back Holding the hope tightlyNo Title
He’s just lying there A quiet butterfly on a white flower Lost all colour Waving in the breeze
She’s clasping the hope between her hands Begging the Lord that the butterfly again will open its wings Unfold its colours and once again spread laugh and happiness to the world But the wings are kept closed, empty and grey against the fresh colours of autumn
And slowly she lets go; His eyes still closed, His skin still pale, But with
Do You See Me?She picks up her notebook. Finds a blue pen. Takes place by the tiny table in the livingroom. She looks closely on the mental picture. Then she puts the pen on the fine, white paper. Making small flourishes that takes the shapes of letters. Do you see me?Do You See Me?
Do you see me? I am here every night. I sit by your bed. Taking care of you. Watching while you’re sleeping. Stroking your cheek, kissing your forehead. While I wonder what you’re dreaming. Maybe you dream of me? That I am opening your window when it gets too hot. That I sit on the windowsill to keep stinging and summing insects from disturbing your sleep. That I close you
Shell in the SandA shell in The sand, like a Veil of White porcelainShell in the Sand
Tiny, breakable Between the fingers that Presses lightly Together
A breath of Wind Strokes the pieces away Like crumbles Off a Plate
Was it only Sand You found?
Skjell i Sanden
Et skjell i Sanden, som et Slør av Hvitt porselen
Lite, skjørt Mellom fingrene som Presses lett Sammmen
Et svakt Vindpust Stryker vekk skårene Som smuler Av et Fat &n
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Lennon/McCartney/Harrison/Starr
Mercury/May
This is where I plant my bombs. Ready for a BOOM?
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dagen idag er dagen du drømte om igår!
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Your God is my apprentice.
thanks for liking!
Wow..... the lotr site?? *thinks back to the good old days* lol. I miss that. But it's nice to hear from you. My username was Olkul The Slaughterer but I'm not sure if you'd remember me because I didn't post much after a while.
But yeah, thanks for stopping by.
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what a mess that I make of my days,
then there's you, you're
a mess to be made
Yeah...good old days, long time ago now, eh? Guess the site's got pretty many new faces by now. Do you keep in touch with anyone from that time?
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You may call me a dreamer...
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what a mess that I make of my days,
then there's you, you're
a mess to be made
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You may call me a dreamer...
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what a mess that I make of my days,
then there's you, you're
a mess to be made
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