The world of illuminate lights
soft cushion winds,endless nights
The time is right to fly
into the distant blue skies.
Roll away the whispers,dear time
of unformed words and soft chimes
flutter my eyelids,clear liquid eyes
porcelain skins bleeding crimson sighs
A dream--hush! a dream cries.
painted canvas fades and dries
shadows of smiling eyes lift and rise
merge into the laughing sun and dies.
Unmoved I sit,another dream to paint
empty canvas empty eyes so faint
these lines will sketch a new song
these trembling hands will ring the gong
And yet she will not stir
She will not stir
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Loneliness is something I hate...but given attention to it, it could become something you love...
Keshi.
the frozen melancholie the peaceful chimes
together they will create a horrid symphony which will rhyme
but its u my dear who has 2 rise
rise above the shores of destiny which gripes
cuz only the dreams which r painted
can make the reality 2 arrive.
(wow i can write good stuff if i want 2)will kik u ash if u dare 2 torture our humble souls with ur frozen melancholy----honestly my stomach cant take more and s ur best friend i have 2 bear it on my empty stomach soo many times pls pls pls plsssssss
plus i hate u in this mood groggy and grumbling abt everything.
cm up with smthing funny or im gonna slaughter u
Thanks Sebia, I hope your threats work on Ash..We definitely wannna see some positive creativity here.
i decided dat a long time ago girls
me sword is ready and waiting
just say when
next in line is jeremy
if she dont change
jeremy is doubly sad
sad poetry and sad paintings
and if ashes marries jeremy
and have a lotta children ....
God forbid !
keshi---smiles
sebia--yeah you have potential,and you must use it on yer blog rather than making it an advertising board.
Oh and yeah you're one of fav. anyways.
dewdy--in time,in time...
saby--- whos Jeremy? if you're talking of de.vile..no frets,we both don't like kids much.so your world is safe.
We do hte loneliness at times but unfortunately it is one of the most precious thing one can have if taken in a healthy way-southpaw
hey ash;yesternight;i was reading the journals of Emerson;and found smthing u sd read maybe,so here it goes--
"there is that which passes away and never returns.this miserable apathy,i know,may wear off.i almost fear when it will.old duties will present themselves with their repulsive face again.i shall go again among my friends with a tranquil face.again i shall be amused.i shall stoop again to little hopes and little fears and forget the graveyard.but will the dead be restored to me?will the eye that was closed ever beam again in the fullness of true love on me?shall i ever again be able to connect the face of outward nature;the mists of the morn;the star of the eve;the flowers and all poetry with the heart and life of an enchanting friend?
no;there is one birth and one baptism;and one first love;and the affections cannot keep thier youth any more tham man."
a few more lines worth thinking about were--
"the chief mourner does not always attend the funeral"
"i am my own tragedy;and comedy."
thats about all;my friend.if you ever get the time;do try to read Emerson.
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