Til deathdo us part -Twin souls. Twin hearts.From high tower, rusty church bell sounds.Drying out our skin like the paper,of which had written our vows.Your face so pale, your wedding veil I removed.I do and I doYou may kiss, Our cueBut in separate coffins, I lost you.My partner.My other.My skeletal muse. Til death do us part -Then we married.That ring bearer, on a pillow our bond she carried.We dwell in happiness, through sorrow,sickness and health. But why not death? In this marriage?Until we left, each in our own horse and carriage.Never will I let one foot in the grave, let us parish. Til death do us part
The Hunger Games-SonadowChapter 3:Sonic is ushered into a room and given 3 minutes to spend with his mother, Manic,and Sonia, who is crying as she hugs Sonic. "Sonia, I don't have much time. Sonia, listen. You're gonna be okay. Don't take any extra food from them, it isn't worth putting in your name more times, okay? Listen, Silver will bring you game, you can sell cheese from your goat.""Just try to win, if you can." said Sonia as she hugged Sonic tightly. "Never Beg Sonia. Who knows if Sonic will win or not" said Manic as he was looking out the window. Sonic rolled his eyes and looked at Manic,"Oh Shut It Manic.And about what you said Sonia....Of course. Any m
For You,I cant promise forever,but for each day at a time,you are in my thoughts,and so perfectly entwined,my heart,may not mean much at all,but it is without a doubt,the best proof I have that,you will be forever as of now,my love.
One, two, I used to love youOne, two, I used to love you. Three, four, but not anymore. Five, six, nothing we can fix. Seven, eight, let's get this straight. Nine, ten, this is goodbye then.
Sight Beyond SightAye. I've seen her beforeSkulking around the dim-dustyBookstores and empty coffee houses.I've seen her before.Her skin is mottledFreckled and speckled with acneAnd a poor self image.Her teeth are off whiteLike her arms, tanned fromRolled up sleeves, frecklyAnd dusted with down.Her eyes are fierce shining A determined pout on her face.She is beautiful in her own way.Whiterose is an illusion,A forgettable fantasy.This is the true face of love.
ForsakingSolemn thoughts of days gone past,The omnipresent thought of 'will this last?'Constant doubt and heart wrenching worryThoughts adrift among the flurry.This leap of faith has me wondering how much I could take;If maybe it doesn't work in the end,how much heartbreak will you rend?Still I can't say nomy desire has me in your throes. Constant visions of future wayshave me quivering, the joy I can hardly contain.For you I would forsake all things,all aspiring towards Princes and kings.All of this I would give upjust to be your one and only love.
Sifting Through My PiecesWhispers dancing on my skin, Enlightening my heart, Sifting through the pieces, Of a girl who fell apart.Picking out the poised, Brushing off the bad, Creating a better picture, That doesn't seem to be so sad.Putting it together, Stronger than before, Gluing it in place, To be broken, never more.Even if it hangs alone, in a hallway, bland and bleak, You said that it was beautiful, And truth you always speak.You sifted through the pieces, Of a gloomy puzzle, shattered...Painted a new picture, But kept the old pieces that mattered.
Crimson's Fiery PassionFor why do you attract me with such ease?The color of a fiery passion,Could you be too eager to flirt and please?This color gives attitude and fashion.Your crimson locks are the utmost dashing.The red compatible with your skin so fairPersonality quite strong and flamingNo one can begin to even compare.Though you enjoy to go around and flirt,You were and still are the most capricious.We used to treat each other simply like dirt.Yet now we are just like red, FlirtatiousThough in annoyance with your many passesYou told me “Take good care of the glasses”
She ripped off all her petalsShe ripped off all her petalsand replaced them with blades of metalsShe was something of a dreamher skin soft as if made of creamhair made of white waterfallsher soul screamed that of battle callsa body of a goddessand I'm not being modestshe was made of both dark and lightbut no other fire burned so brightshe was a gift I did not deserveand now I'm forced to observeas she now rips off all her petalsbecause she's never settlesShe's wild and free...and she's sick of mebut she will always be my angel and my devilI just wish I was on her levelDedicated to Siren that Destroyed love for me
A Poem For My Special Someone(ReadDescription 1st)Rosesare redViolets are blueLove never crossed my mindUntil the day I met youYou are so sweetAnd so fineI wish I had the guts to talk to youBack in 2009I've felt so lonely from the startBut that was before you stole my heartIf a kiss was a raindropI would give you a showerIf a hug was a secondI would give you an hourI know we had little fights from the pastBut we finally get over them at lastEverything I'm writing down is trueSo here is another poem for you:Plumbers are redHedgehogs are bluePress the "Start" buttonAnd be my player 2This poem is getting really longBut it's easier to write than a cute,little love songThis poem is pretty cheesy but took a lot of timeTo write about the piece I've been missing all my life
If I told youIf I told you I loved youWould you run away?If I told you I loved youOr would you stay?If I told you I loved youWould you say those words back?If I told you I loved youOr does love for me lack?If I told you I loved youWould you want to be mine?If I told you I loved youOr would that cross the line?My dear friend, I do love youYou are too kindMy dear friend, I do love youAnd you have a caring mindMy dear friend, I don’t deserve youAll of the timeMy dear friend, I don’t deserve youI feel like loving you is a crimeMy dear friend, do you love meAs I do to you?My dear friend, do you love meShould I tell me fe
Your Storm Gray LoveI become lost in your shades of gray,eyes like the storm of the rapture in my heart,hold me fast before I can drift away.How can I ask you to forever stay?wandering the shoals with fear you may depart,I become lost in your shades of gray.Night begins to close heralding the dayand I am left pierced at the end of your dart, hold me fast before I can drift away.Through the fog have we found our way? Are there words enough that my love I may impart? I become lost in your shades of gray.How lovely on your face the shadows play, in this soft light there must be a place to restart, hold me fast before I can drift away.May the wat
III.- Solo si eres nada podras ser todoIII.- Aclarando el pasadoMi estancia de nuevo en Danville me hace sentir vivo una vez mas, Perry se encuentra con nosotros de vuelta como en los viejos tiempos, otra vez somos una familia unida bueno casi solo falta mi hermana Candace la extraño mucho a pesar de que siempre cuando vivíamos aquí su objetivo fue acusarnos y que nos castigaran nuestros padres, me hace mucha falta.-Valla aun la tienes- me decía mi hermano mayor mientras daba una hojeada a mi cuadernillo.-Trae para acá esto a ti no te encumbre además eres tu quien me debe muchas explicaciones- le decía mientras trataba de qui
First SightI saw you once for a moment.It was hardly more than a glance.But something inside told me softly,Our meeting was more than just chance.Your eyes were intent as they shocked me,Your hand seemed to tremble in mine,We exchanged only a sentence or two,But it felt like we stepped out of time.Your voice was so strong yet so gentle,It struck my heart with such force,I dared not to fight back the feeling,This was the start of a new, daring course.But the moment is now only memory.As I left I felt suddenly lost.If we meet once again in the future,Then this pain will be worth all it costs.Can it be that love starts in a moment?Coul
Of a Childhood FriendRemember you coming over(Sometimes also with your brother)Staying up late, playing, during sleepovers;You, our brothers, and me together?Remember the old days back then,Constantly playing hide-and-seek,Counting to one hundred (sometimes just ten)And getting penalty if you peek?Remember catching grasshoppersAll puny and tiny and green,Then giving them to turtles for their dinners?(The best form of torcher we'd ever seen!)Remember us playing Hotwheels?I was always the shopkeeper,Selling food supplies and making car deals;But bow those games have become much deeper.You used to ask me and buy from meFrom my small "Hotwheels M
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Karmazynowe wiersze IWyobraź sobie: Pokój jest pusty, Na środku Ty.Wypełnia go blask karmazynowy, jak twoje usta, jak cała Ty.Stoisz szczęśliwa, pośrodku świata, w pokoju tym.Myślisz o pięknie, o złotych kwiatach, na skraju mgły.Ręce rozkładasz, i szczęcie chwytasz, w powietrzu drga.Przychodzi wdzięczne, przy Tobie siada. Może to ja?