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Second Star To My Right . . .Sweet and darling little angel, I know your heart surely ails,Second Star To My Right . . .5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when you talk of the past, the heart flutters and then it fails.
Why be so hard on yourself when in fact you're filled pride?
Quit harming yourself over it for it is better to show it so you should not hide.
Brave are you, visionary and hopeful woman to be,
set yourself to the skies, so that you one day will fly free.
Though you cannot see it just yet, I know it lives within,
so open up to write the new pages that are waiting to begin.
The stars and the moon should dance along with you,
I'll gladly join the soiree, even if we are small and few.
Darling little angel, why
Save me from the dark, Lucy...No longer do I wish to see red when I am with you dear,Save me from the dark, Lucy...5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
if you knew really what I was, would it cause your heart fill with fear?
A dishonest man to you have I become,
know this my dearest Lucy, with each of us together, we really do belong.
My tools of instantaneous expiration are swiftly quick,
for with one stroke, blood will spill from the little nick.
Death and darkness plagues my very soul,
but I know with you, I surely must learn total control.
For if I were to butcher you as I did with those women of ill repute,
I'd mourn the life of a heavenly angel that I verily took.
I must tell you, Lucy, I really must say. . .
Well. . .m
Lift your spirit, set it freeHere is the salute to one of Hollywood's best,Lift your spirit, set it free5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
though it shall be small in nature, it surpasses the test.
You swell our hearts with a deep surge of pride,
our hearts still mourn the day that you died.
You were born unto us the year alike of my dear grandmother Anna,
Born unto us Southerner's pride, even if it wasn't in Savannah.
The blue eyes gave us hope in when we lost it elsewhere,
always wanting to be out of the lime light because you really didn't care.
Playing as roguish cowboys, a bandit, an outlaw at the O.K. Corral,
it brings us to grin like you did, it boosts our very moral.
You made friends that you truly did consider fam
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Our fearful trip is done.The captain was called for — it was a cry for distress,Our fearful trip is done.5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when he was informed of the ordeal, he ordered for a signal of SOS.
His voice unfaltered as he told his men to keep the people calm,
listening and inquiring, he began to calculate the doom coming before long.
The architect was soon informed of the awful plight,
his heart, unlike the captain, faltered — had he not done everything right?
Puzzled and confused after he was left alone — what had he done wrong?
Falling to his knees in unspeakable grief, the architect began to sob.
Passengers began to find out and soon the panic began,
scurried feet started to rush and t
TITANIC'S CHILDHOOD(How Titanic and his siblings came to live in Belfast)TITANIC'S CHILDHOOD5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Young Titanic blew his whistle playfully as he chased after a seagull that was flying overhead. He was about two years old and his sister Olympic was 3 years old. The seagull landed on a post near by at the harbor he an his family was hiding out in and Titanic crept up to it as if he were a lion creeping up on an unaware bird. He crouched his bow lower as his stern wiggled in the air.
“Titanic what are you doing?” His mother, the Katharine, asked as she was caring for his sickly little brother, the Britannic.
“Nothing.” Titanic lied as he lunged for the white bird.
Tell the face thou viewestWhat is the beginning of the ending that begins again to which we call life?Tell the face thou viewest5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is there a driving urge in it that sometimes causes us hardened strife?
Anguish, suffering, inexplicable pain that we should not begin to feel,
for we know that we are not to be this way for it cannot be, to us all, real.
At birth and growing up to be taught of how we should remain strong,
how is it then that our heart denies it and tells us that what we learn is wrong?
Then into years of schooling our life's lessons do there begin,
taunting and teasing occurs mercilessly without end.
Events of good and bad fill our very souls, bearing our very heart,
struck
...that was more than loveHello again, my readers. It is so lovely to hear all of your kind words. It is very encouraging, even though I know there is still others who perceive me as evil, even, dare I say? A witch. It is simply no so, unless it is meant to mean that I bewitched James. Ah, yes. James. You thought you knew him well and now you see him (I hope) in a different light. Left you wanting more, I take it? Blame that on my mischievous nature, added with my dearest james. Yes, yes, I know I keep on repeating his name more often now. It cannot be helped, well, at least not by me. Here now -- shall we continue? Good. I thought you would never ask....that was more than love5 years ago in General More Like This
Now...where we
We loved with a love. . .The handwriting, if you can imagine it when you read this, is much like Jane Austen's was. Elegant and sophisticated. These words you are about to read comes from the heart of Lucinda Rose Lancaster, a woman you all might know. Maybe. Heed her words and who knows? You may learn a thing or two.We loved with a love. . .5 years ago in General More Like This
Do you know what it is like to be in love? A love wherein past hurts leads to a future of hope? Where love means something more than just kisses and embraces? I do. Though he was vile, desolate, aye, even a vulture with a claw of iron clad justice, I was his solace and world. From our first night together to our last kiss, he loved me. I remember how I
If only I could see. . .If only I could see. . .5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What happened? I awake this morning to find,
that I am on the floor near a door of a different kind.
I cannot seem to recall what has happened, my love,
have I ... I have done something wrong?
You are quiet around me, your eyes give uneasy glances,
please, take my hand and heart as noble advances.
They are to comfort and ease your troubled pain,
I swear it to you, whatever I did, I won't do it again.
I can leave, if you want, never ever to again be seen,
for I can become to you nothing but a former dream.
Is this what you want because I will gladly go,
thus, this is goodbye, Lucius? It would seem so.
I head to the door and there,
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Until Death Do You PartClaudia ... oh Claudia .. My life and joy~! Can you hear me, my darling, my sweet? I know you're hiding fro me ... stop. Ah. A cold chill? How endearing ... am I truly that terrifying? Oh, you poor thing. Do I chill to the core? Sinking you into an icy depth to which you wish you could find warmth? Tsk tsk. For shame. Tell me, Claudia, what makes you tick? Makes you scream? Oh? Have I struck a nerve? Claudia ... do you really want to know what happened to Harleen Quinzel? It's simple. She had a darkness within her ... she fought it constantly until she met me. She saw it then and gave into the things she yearened for the most -- it brought heUntil Death Do You Part5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
HanamiI sit up alone at night and reflect back on what we shared,Hanami5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
life remains torture without you, sakura, leaving my soul bared.
Watching you fall in love again, seeing your face light up with a smile,
it breaks me deeply within, but yet I still bathe in it for a long while.
My damned selfish pride always seems to do me in,
how am I though so fortunate still to be called 'friend.'
Would you still come with me, that is, if we took flight
into the air in an authentic chopper, like we did one late night?
Am I being foolish, sweet Bellina, am I asking for far too much?
Is my hearty yearning still for your simple, yet gentle touch?
Oh God, m
No mercy no more. . .From my alabaster skin I feel wings spurting from my back,No mercy no more. . .5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
ready to shield me from your death-blowing, hellish attack.
Blood trickles, falling slowly, staining something of me that should be pure,
I cry out in agony, wondering if I will be able to live and endure?
When they are finally formed, I see them and notice they are of a silver hue,
much more different than the crimson ones that belong solely unto you.
My heart is still driven and sorely wishes to believe that what you are is not true,
but I know if I continue to believe this, there is more damage that I know you will do.
Your blade of death twinkles in the very sight and in e
Life is changed, rearranged.The sweltering heat recalls a time to me so dearly as I gaze upward to the heavens, searching for something. The song Remember When comes to play inside my head as I feel tears falling down my face, thinking about you. You're gone from my side, leaving a cold and harsh void where we should be holding each other, recalling the good times. No matter what anyone says to me, whether it be to tell me it'll be all right or that I need to move on, can fill that void.Life is changed, rearranged.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
How can I? How. . .the pitter patters of rain falling on the metal outbuilding, the rushing little feet, hearing the voices that they belonged to. God. I miss you. More than what you r
Bear those ills we have...Bear those ills we have...5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The screen flickered, the words urging difference, to a future not yet come,
I sit and I ponder of a time not yet passed.
Measures taken to ensure civility and honorable need not met,
They die in vain and with a heavy sigh, we are like they.
Discomfort and troubled trust clouds our perception of what we say and feel,
makes our future generations look on us in confusion, accidentally following.
We lead them into a darkness of hatred and mirthlessness,
damning body, soul and mind - we should be ashamed.
But are we? No. Our foolish pride is a wound that we do not wish to mend,
we fear what will betray us - we cannot decipher foe from fr
For IvyI was angry, hurtting, crushed and I was so very blind,For Ivy5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
couldn't find the solace that I know is in my heart and mind.
My wrathful nature wanted to find blame in something you had not done wrong,
I hurt myself deeper than what I ever meant to as it slipped from my tongue.
How could I, one person in this world that means something to you,
want to vent out my frustrations when I thought it was the right thing to do?
I was blinded by a dark and sinister force that I know all to well,
for when I wrote many things and said them too, he was dancing in Hell.
I am told that I need brokeness and God willing, I know I need it true,
so that I ma
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