TIMEWhen you need that extra space and all flies in your face...timeMore Like This
A place to run away and not look at yesterday... time
Where rivers and streams were once so clean...time
Faces that smiled have turned to frowns as wars rage on...time
Hungry saddened faces worried seeking places of refuge...time
A world spinning in chaos as children sleep, somewhere as mother's hearts weep...time
24 hours within a day, we walk our paths and some do pray, others hide and run away
But time is the victor and hope never dies, lets all come together and make a way
Don't ever cease to seek the best its within yourself this life is a test
And if you manage to find your way...use the time wisely for this I pray
For foolish moments come to all, but when we stop striving and seeking
for only self there is joy and refreshing as time heals itself.
Heart Mind Soul... El Debarge
verticalMore Like This
grey clouds of death
my final breath
has come to rest
summer,spring, winter and fall
seasons of sin has destroyed us all
flowers resume, yet humans are consumed
we are suppose to be here, stricken with fear
but life has struck among us
all that is left is lust
the lust to live, survive and become a memory.
PotentialMore Like This
It becomes fear when you know that your never coming back
it becomes fear when you have to use everything you lack
it becomes fear when you have no encouragement
it becomes fear when you see everything you resent.
Secret Santa Suprise for Chibi-kisameTitle: Hot Chocolate Kisses and Marshmallow WishesMore Like This
Fandom: Um Naruto I guess.
Genre: romance, humor, drama, general.
Warnings: None really it's pure fluffy love!
Summary: When a snow storm blows up and traps in Itachi and Roraku what can they do to kill the time?
Disclaimer: I don't own ANY of the characters. Roraku belongs to the awesome, epic, adorable :iconChibi-Kisame: and Itachi belongs to Masashi Kishimoto!!!
Emerald eyes were dull as they took in the sight from a frosty window. The world was a white, swirling oblivion. N
The Time GuardiansMore Like This
...as I rounded the bend I stopped suddenly in shock. There, slap bang in the middle of the road, were two doors, virtually identical in style and size except that one was black and one green. They glowed brightly with a strange iridescent light that spilt out across the tarmac like blood gushing from a wound. It both disturbed and fascinated me.
Stunned, I dared to take a step closer and no sooner had I done so, two women dressed in black peered out from behind each door, as if my movement had triggered them into action. I gasped, half in surprise, half in horror, when I realised that they both looked exactly like me.
"Who are you?" I hear
A Night By the FireNo light,More Like This
The light sired by the night
All above whilst the day's delights
Now disappears from mortal sight.
Faded away is the sun's power,
Taking the stage now is night's sallow flower;
Now mortals may behold the stars and falling shower.
Set in a pit Nature's skyscraper ablaze
And revel in the emanating heat as you gaze,
Looking down on occasion when you hear a crack from the fire
And witness "fireflies" flying away from mother's blaze;
Dying shortly after but not lacking burning beauty do they desire!
I look out towards the teasing shore
And meditate as we sit upon her door,
Thinking on what my future has in store;
Who I am now and even
TwilightTwilightMore Like This
When you see the age showing on my face
Please don’t hide your eyes
When you feel the weakness in my embrace
Please don’t feed me lies
I’ve lived my life, I’ve done my due
I’ve done it all and grown old with you
I’ve fought my battles and gave it my all
I’ve taken the beatings and I’ve stood tall
I’ve taken every hit and caught every curve ball
Now it seems it’s finally my time to fall
And so I ask the only favour I ever had
Here in the twilight before the final night
Would you stay beside me and hold my hand?
Would you stand for me and be my light?
If you see me losing s
Styrofoam BreathA new sun rises,More Like This
A day has dawned.
The tables have turned
And the curtains are drawn.
Static faces in blank disguises,
Two suns can't set before another rises.
Gazing to the unknown horizon,
My whole world is torn.
Flowing from her eyes and and into mine,
Prospects are reborn.
The vision forever lingers:
Hair clasped in rigorous fingers.
The sky was murky,
Two drops of color lost in a glass.
Stirred once and left...
Left to sort things out with the amorphous deep.
Without fair warning,
And angels at night
Have never dreamt of morning.
Wrinkled, cracked plastic...
RozeAm văzut niște roze întunecate, cu spini,More Like This
Le-am atins și m-am rănit,
și am mers mai departe...
Am văzut niște roze de un roșu aprins, cu spini,
Le-am atins și m-am rănit,
și am mers mai departe...
Am văzut niște roze albe, fără spini,
și am trecut mai departe...
LongingIt is far too lascivious and cruel,More Like This
the way the glint in
your unnerving stare commands me to come hither
yet your lips
keep pulsing with isolated, rigid greetings
like you were pushed to a dare of some sort.
But still, I know better
by the sometimes welling that form at
the corners of your eyes
- which you try your best to hide, and
by your ocean-deep sighs that
your longing goes past your matting lashes
and mascara tinted tears.
It is never easy, hiding
everything I desire inside of little words
like "Hello" and "Goodbye" when
all I really want to do is let it out,
set it free, and
chain myself to your everything
with words I shouldn't spea
The Night of Futures PastThe night of futures pastMore Like This
requiem for futures past
lament the dreams that will never last
Dream a dream of perfect light
hold it close till the fall of night
Innocence is a pipe dream
Smoke it well it’s hot
The end of the tunnel is closer than it may seem
Run with all you've got
I had a dream within the mind of a madman
I saw a stream in a valley flowing solid platinum
I had a dream I flew where only angels tread
I walked the golden path, through the valley of the dead
I soared where hatred can never last
And opportunities go to fly
I looked down at the graveyard of futures past
And wondered why I had do die
Requiem for minds that c
Waiting on my ReleaseMore Like This
What my heart feels ,
WIth the world overwhelming , i grow and break away the crusty shell that kept me bound.
Around me are the varied faces of growth some shaggy and grim other lithe and sweet.
My choices cloud my vision and all i seek is the love , my love , desire and truth burn in me and i see the correct path but my feet seem so far from me.
In me is a need like that of an animal on the hunt , in me is a need to survive to find his love like water , to wet my parched soul
Oh , my ancient warrior gift how i do adore you
warrior of things i do not know and for which i appreciate such ignorance .
Soon soon my love i will find my way to your arms and i will lay on your chest and I will be free.
I know that soon i will be at his side again , my warrior and i know that even in his shadow i will be safe.
No fear shall overcome me , and i fight of the fears and anxieties of this moment for hope that faith will comfort me , as i must trust that he
Cordis Somnium*Fall past the asphaltMore Like This
Thro’ the honey bee scene
Dip thy feet within
Naides’ yielding stream.
Thine arms splayed toward Hyades
A grey morn consumes the sun
Rain brings silk to the heat fraught meadow;
For time to touch thy form, it must run.
And thine hair was a mess after the rain.
“Will you ask it of me soon?”
Before the world is found to be concrete and sprinkled streets
“Before my qualms on leaving find the noon?”
The sharp cry of the meandering city
Thrives on slapdash letters, in cheap, restless dives
Therein reside, the silent concerto of our drifting
Where individual voices drown, and no love
SpeakeasyI can feel you like a phantom,More Like This
sensation without touch,
like breath in winter
or a misty mountain morning
that stays with me
until the stars fall in evening.
Your eyes contain the secrets
your lips would dare to betray,
but your body tells the story
and I am trying
to read between the lines
of your paperback smiles.
A grazing touch, a covert glance,
the memories remain
as skin grows warm and red
beneath lying fingertips
that claim incidental contact
a thousand times a day.
it's not the kind of thing we say
when we are speaking
without talking and feeling
and thinking without knowing...
all of the things
Human Nature.Human Nature.More Like This
And the ambitious achievers.
Need the realists to stop them from flying too close to the sun.
The logical idealists
And the informed defeatists.
Need the dreamers to show them how some struggles can be won.
You see I am beginning to get the gist,
Of how we all unwittingly coexist.
Neither one can ever be dismissed,
As long as the reign of mankind persists.
As one tries, the other watches.
When one flies, the other dislodge