Im as free and as high
As a cloud in the air,
Soaring, rising, hovering
Neither here nor there.
My soul is unchained,
Unrestrained,
Clean and unstained.
I am ascending,
Ascending,
ASCENDING!
Though I long to
Float, float, float,
The ropes stretch up,
Slithering, gliding,
Reaching, grasping.
They grab and grasp,
Tethering me to the ground
Where I am back into myself
And have forgotten the feel
Of the clouds through my fingers.
In my quiet little bedroom,
Atop my window's edge,
Sits a crimson cardinal
Pondering the next-door hedge.
Is it worth leaving his lofty perch,
With its quaint little view,
To explore its interior for bugs
Of varying shades of green and blue?
He cocks his head curiously,
Weighing the cons and pros.
Questioning, pondering;
Should I stay? Should I go?
I watched him puzzle the thing,
Pacing on my little window,
When all of a sudden,
A horn blows from below.
So deeply lost in thought,
The noise took him by surprise.
The startled bird fell off my ledge,
With a squawk and widened eyes.
I leapt from my bed to see
If the little fe
Dance
As Essie danced across the living room, gaily twirling and spinning, Ed played on the xylophone, nearly missing the notes, he was so entranced. She was like an angel, floating around the room, her hair flying and her skirt winding. He watched her until he finally did lose track of his notes, and snickered when she didnt even notice, continuing to dance to some internal music. When she finally did notice, she looked back at him and said half-pouting, Whatd you stop for, Ed?
He grinned and said, Girl, I sure do like watching you dance.
Essie smiled and began to move again, stopping only to grab a Lov
Past, present, future.
Triple flickering flames in the darkness,
Lighting the way for my heart
To find my soul.
My past is but a shadow,
Slinking along behind me.
Its presence unseen but felt,
Trying to influence what's to be.
My present is but a rose,
Growing tenderly and sweet,
Though trimming the nasty thorns
Has proven to be quite the feat.
My future is a beautiful light,
Brightly shining to light my way.
Hope for tomorrow's improvement
Keeps my heart open for today.
Past, present, future.
Triple flickering flames in the darkness,
Lighting the way for my heart
To find my soul.
The world is in constant motion;
Unending action, unremitting movement.
Hearts are broken, but then love is found;
This contradicting cycle, we are free yet bound.
Money is made, then quickly lost;
We never stop to consider the cost.
Unrelenting, life flows and pours,
Naught but God can change its course.
Time marches forward, straight and firm;
Never compromising, only its own term.
The world is in constant motion;
Unending action, unremitting movement.
On this day, I thee wed,
All doubts and fears, I shall shed.
My heart and soul, I give to you alone,
Forsaking all the others I've known.
On this day, I thee wed,
Thanking God for where I've been led.
My eyes alight with excitement and fear,
A common condition when you are near.
On this day, I thee wed,
In a dress so white and roses so red.
Your hand outstretched and offered to me,
I respond in kind, and 'you' and 'I' become 'we'.
There was very little noise in the small apartment Edward shared with Roy. All that could be heard was the rush of cars and the sound of a clock slowly but surely marking time. Edward had not slept well these past few nights. His slumber had been haunted by the memory of his mother, and Al. He was no closer to restoring his and Alphonse's bodies then when they started out. It was beginning to feel hopeless, but either Alphonse pushed these thoughts away, or he simply didn't feel them as sharply as his older brother did. Edward worried so much that he would fail to keep his promise to his brother, that it was sometimes difficult for even Roy t
When you get a really bad pain somewhere, say, in your stomach, and it's really bad, it's blinding. It makes you want to double over, contract into yourself, every muscle tightening, but you try to resist its power, you grit your teeth and close your eyes and you try to show it that you're stronger, better, than it is, but, in the end, you lose and it's overwhelming. Your eyes snap open and your vision goes white hot and blurry at the edges and you want to cry out, to scream, but you can't because your throat has constricted and all that comes out is a strangled whisper, the sensation crashing into you like a wave, and you can't stop it...
W
He's everything you want, he's everything you need
He's everything inside of you that you wish you could be
He says all the right things at exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you, and you don't know why
You're waiting for someone to put you together
You're waiting for someone to push you away
There's always another wound to discover
There's always something more you wish he'd say
Hiro sat in Shuichi's bedroom, helping the singer go over some new lyrics and music to go to said lyrics. He lay cross-legged on the floor beside the bed as Shuichi sat at the computer, synchronizing a set of music. The pink-haired boy was babblin
Sakura Haruno was an intelligent young woman. She wasn't naïve by any standard, and she understood the workings of the world. She knew the flow of this life, and she accepted it. She knew she loved Sasuke-kun, and she knew he would never love her back. She knew his heart belonged to another, the same person she had rejected so long ago.
Naruto Uzumaki.
She knew that when he snuck out to meet her, whether on the training grounds or somewhere in the forest, he was trying to sneak away from his own desires. She would have had to be blind to miss the way the Uchiha looked at Naruto. She knew that, because of this, she would have a better chance
Heaven's gates won't open up for me
With these broken wings I'm fallin'
And all I see is you
drip
drip
drip
Sasuke Uchiha sat on the cold ground just outside the village. The rain fell fast and hard around him, the trees heavy and leaning. His hair and clothes were soaked through, but he thought nothing of it. It really didn't matter now. He held the kunai knife tightly in his hand, poised it carefully above his thin wrist. He glanced up through the trees to the darkened sky, uncaring of the rain as it struck his face like tiny needles. He smiled at the thought of the freedom he was about to obtain. To float forever in calming darkness.
I am the Greek goddess
Aphrodite, icon of beauty.
I am an Egyptian high priestess.
I am loved.
I am worshipped.
I am a queen,
Adored and admired.
I am a Roman deity,
Honored for my divinity.
I am Isis, revered
And venerated.
I am beautiful, languid
In my elegance
Like Cleopatra of the Nile.
I am flawless, perfection
Without pressure.
I am yours, and that
Is the exquisite distinction.
Snow softly falls
In autumn fire
Twinkling emeralds
Meet sparkling sapphires
She laughs;
He smiles;
The mistletoe hangs
Suspiciously unobtrusive
As they drink warm cider
This is their Christmas,
Would that all ours could
Be as wonderful.
She is like the clouds,
Soft and unnoticed,
Guided gently by the wind
Over a field of dreams
And a sea of wishes
To her lover's arms
Where she becomes a
Tangible vision of beauty.
She is like the river,
Constant motion unending,
Moving swiftly past a
Ship of foolish fancies
Packed to the stern
To her lover's arms
Where she becomes a
Corporeal spirit everlasting.
She is like the trees,
Grand and majestic,
Swayed calmly by the wind
Through the bluebird's
Sweet harmonious notes
Of a love song meant for no one
To her lover's arms
Where she becomes an
Elusive dream come true.
Life is a road
We all must tread,
Though our hearts
Be as heavy as lead.
Sometimes the path
We travel is rough
With stones that make
Our feet worn and tough.
Other times the road
Is level and smooth,
Giving us time to be
Healed and soothed.
We all must continue
Down this path called Life,
Through all the hardships,
Pain and strife,
Until we come to a
Gate of pearls and gold,
That is the end of the road,
And we know we are Home.
Current Residence: A place you'll never know... Favourite genre of music: ditto Favourite photographer: my grandma(www.photobyvicki.com) MP3 player of choice: Sansa Wallpaper of choice: Changes constantly Favourite cartoon character: Edward, Roy, Yuki, Naruto, Shuichi, Sasuke, Ryuhou, Kazuma, Kimishima, Inuyasha, Daisuke, Dark, Vash
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Well, since I know I like it when people tell other people about my works, I decided to create a place to show off some of my favorite works of art/artists. Hmm, where to turn? Aha! Xanga! I'm still working on it, very rudimentary, but if anyone thinks it's a good idea, please let me know, especially if you have any ideas/suggestions. When it's setup altogether, I'll post the link. ^_^