on the shelfOh how I wishon the shelf
to return to those days when my sword did cleanse and my soul did blaze
defending a rightous cloister
from foul demons abound into the dragon's cave with the stench of death all around
days of magic days of lore days so tragic they're here no more
no death no fighting no firey breath but nothing exciting
no longer able
to weild my blade no will left to slay the demons of the shade
now I just sit
in my dark house I can't fight even a mouse
now
Sleep Never Camesleep never cameSleep Never Came
In prison untill I realize its an illusion percieved by my eyes
the steel bars are really windowshades and the line of cars slowly fades
a song on the radio and thoughts in my head as I lie awake sitting on my bed
2 in the morning sleep hasn't come my head swirling feeling so dumb
I gotta rest sooner or later cuz thats whats best fuck insomnia
now dawn has come but sleep never came thought about some but my minds still not tame
an
what would you do ifwhat would you do if I were gone? would you notice? would you miss me? would you mourn me and long to kiss me one last time?what would you do if
what would you do if I stayed around would you ignore me? would you fight me? would you push me away? just to spite me and ruin my day one last time?
what would you do if one day...
you lived in another and ever day was lived under cover and what people say made you feel like their brother but you had to stay far from the fray just keep away
bec
all for youI would love to justall for you
run my hand through your
beautifull blonde hair
untill I get to
the amplitheater crescent
of your ear
of which accepts my soft \"I love you\"s,
slipping around,
down to your neck
watching the slight quiver
that is the tingle going through
the side of your body.
I want to go on down your breast
to the point where you arch to my fingers
like a gacefull feline at the stroke of my hand.
I would kiss you and feel what my touch does to you,
all the while wishing you could know how it feels
for me to even be in
Meloncholic ChronicThis shade of green That works through me Is a sad little color of Meloncholic ChronicMeloncholic Chronic
It's strange to see The skys of blue The grass so happy And me... Meloncholic Chronic.
The tragedy of the symphony A butterfly that flew too high An abonded house Or maybe set free... Meloncholic Chronic.
Maybe you could make me better, Ground it up and make it wetter Put in a solution or maybe a tonic, Drink it up, Meloncholic Chronic.
My world is hued Of a shade of not quite blue But just to me It
DragonloveDragonloveDragonlove
My love he is a dragon, Fierce and proud and bold, With scales of bluest morning To wrap ‘round his precious gold. His claws, they are like daggers, And his teeth are long as swords, All used for the protection Of the treasure that he hoards. He flies to me late at night On his great expanse of wings To sing me out of hiding With a voice like that of kings. His eyes are much like evening, All blue and gray and brown, But his gaze, it is so gentle That I wonder if I’ll drown. I give to him a present, And then sadly we m
more crap I feel like saying
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Haressh
~"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." Mark Twain
ill be back. right now, i gotsta rush off to bed and get a precious few hours of sleep seeing as ive finally come down off my chocolate induced hyperactiveness.. bu-ut. i shall be back. you can bet your ass on that.
either way, til the next time i encounter your works, gnite and chow chow moo cow.
julenka.
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If You Want To Liberate Someone, Love Them - Maya Angelou
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My inner turbulence has finally found a way to mess up my life.. Not Just My Head!!
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