The WillowDid you see me, Weeping like the willow tree, And the sad sighing wind Rustling through my lips?The Willow
I've held you Like your ribs embrace their heart. Mine beats with yours As long as waves will beat the shore.
When I see you, Weeping like the willow tree, My sad sighing wind Blows your tears away.
Is Nothing Simple?The telephone purrs through the earpiece in syncopated bursts. This is the last chance to get her back. The last chance to rescue the relationship. It has to go right. What should be said first? What about:Is Nothing Simple?
"Hello. Would it be all right...?" No, no, no. Not firm enough. "Look! I need to ask...?" No, that's too hostile. Maybe; "Hi. How are you?..." That's too casual now!
The telephone's purring is interrupted by a high pitched female voice. It speaks without the slightest pause and has the drab, sing-song tone of someone who says the same thing over and over and over ag
Book 1: The Laws of LifeThe Realms of the CosmosBook 1: The Laws of Life
All things have a beginning and an end and Time is no exception. When Time began so did the Universe, for the two are inextricably linked. In this first instance, the Universe was divided into two realms. The first is the Physical Realm. This is the realm we inhabit and share with all other living things and everything that is tangible to them. The ground beneath our feet, the air that we breath, the great seas, the stars and the void that they fill; all belong to the Physical Realm. This Realm is tumultuous, ever changing and exciting, like the surface of a mighty ocean. But also like the oceans surfa
Between Spring and Autumn The figure on the hill was lying forwards, a pen in hand and note book before him. His legs were pointing skywards and rocked gently, a parody of the tall sycamores that swayed with the summer breeze. That was a good line. He might use it. But how? That was the problem. He had all these great little lines swimming around in his head, but just couldn't fit them together. He had to get his skates on. The deadline for the poetry competition was tomorrow and he still had to write his piece. It wasn't that he thought he might win; he didn't think he would. It was a matter of principle. He was a self proclaimed poet and he would enter aBetween Spring and Autumn
Thieves Army -FINALTHIEVES ARMY - FINAL WRITEUPThieves Army -FINAL
... Deep in the city where night covers sky An ordinary town to an unfocused eye A particular district close to its core Where good going folk stay at night time indoor Where guards of the kingdom walk always in threes In one tavern corner, were meeting two thieves Noticing Lark, when he came in Alec greeted him hastily and flashed him a grin
"Sit down, relax and have a good drink, I have a proposal to offer, so think..." "A proposal of what?" Lark curious asked "A raid on lost treasure, a very light task, No guards, no pat
Problems With This GenerationThe Problem With This GenerationProblems With This Generation
Chris Serio
The problem with this generation,
Our generation that is, meaning anyone between 10 and 25
And lacking awareness enough to be thoughtful To the level that society should expect but is unwilling to enforce, Is that we’ve gone it doggy style with too many Ja’s,
Too many Britney’s and Christina’s (Strap on notwithstanding), Too many corn fed popstar’s and media moguls
With Beamers and marital problems that we actually care about, unlike our own. An abundance of too grouped with too many many’s,
Makes too many
Holidays!
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I'd rather be happy than right anyday.
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"Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt" William Shakespeare
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Black Nights And Darker Days.
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A r t . F a s h i o n . P h o t o g r a p h y .
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Naya x
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It doesn't hurt to be nice!
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'cause there's beauty in the breakdown
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Just because i'm paranoid doesn't mean everyone isn't out to get me
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