The UnheardGrasping at hands As cold as ice Trying to stop themThe Unheard
From rolling the dice Gnarled hands With dragon's bones And long dead eyes Like dull grey stones Twisted fingers Hold the cards And the eyes see through The soundest wards Stories of ruin Berate deaf ears What's the point If nobody hears? The witches all Will be put to death And they may forebode With their dying breathe But centuries long Have softened their voices And the ones before us Have laid out our choices They can only Pass on the cr
Goodbye Is Only FairTo a Muse of the Tenth Letter,Goodbye Is Only Fair
Have you ever been to the corner of that space past the theatre of tragedy on the right? Bottle all your bad days and we'll see whose tears are worth more on the black market tonight. To afford you full credit, you're the only one to think Of bringing Swedish Fish to Paris. Who tips the golden statue off the stack? Not me,
The Scent of ComfortDamp and sweet, soft kitten fur and Freckles fade into your skin; There was something like happiness Warming under your fingertips.The Scent of Comfort
The corner of a smiling mouth is imprinted On every page of this little book -- You gave me poems, even though You never understood what I wrote.
When rain came in drizzles, you knew The art of being together; A perfect fit, like lamb's wool And the aroma of being at home.
So when you pressed your innocent nose To mine, and slipped the dagger Through each carefully spun moment, Should I have known?
| Poetry, Music, Love - it's a way of life. |
On a More Cheerful Note
Cheerful
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Squirrells - the devils oven mitts!
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Sakura and Syaoran forever... wait, that means I can't have him
There is no such thing as coincidence, there is only hitsuzen.
Hermits United. We meet up every 10 years, swap stories about caves, it's good fun. For a hermit. - The Doctor
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**Vis ta vie comme un rêve**
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if you like Tarja Turunen->[link]
Ghost Love Score. best song ever.->[link]
my Tarja club [link]
My love in the dark heart of the night
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"The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance." -Aristotle
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Damp and sweet, soft kitten fur and
Freckles fade into your skin;
There was something like happiness
Warming under your fingertips.
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"The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance." -Aristotle
Hi there
*whisperwhisper*
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The city looks so pretty. Do you wanna burn it with me?
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