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 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...
We keep hearing people asking for help in networking and are trying to devise ways and means to optimise the community to help!
The objective of this journal is for you to share with everyone what you are looking for and share what you know too.
Be honest- if you're just looking for new watchers- say so!
Make sure to state if you're looking for something more niche, such as people who like a particular fandom, or experts in forms of poetry.
Maybe you want a writing partner or suggestions for a particular group?
Then you can answer other requests! Share your knowledge, tag some people you think could help and share the love! Simple right?
Person A posts: "Hi I am Bob and I love pies, people and piranas! I am looking for people who are interested in science fiction writing"
Person B replies: "Oh I know SRSmith, he is an excellent Sci fi writer, you s
She dropped her razor blades, threw them away too
She wiped up the blood that she had on her skin
She lifted her head up, ready to start again
She descended her heart to me like an angel from above
After holding on to life, she finally found love
Something changed inside her and she decided to live
She had heart a full of joy and a lot of love to give
She wiped away her tears and held a smile on her face
Now she's happy here with me and we found a better place
She thought no one would miss her, they'd just leave her be
Now she knows that she matters, because she matters to me
I take your hand
I press a kiss to your lips
"Together, we'll take a stand."
"And make forever seem a short trip."
She holds me tight
She caresses my face
"You and I--We're just right."
"With you, there is no disgrace."
We walk down memory lane
We speak sweet everythings of truth
"I told you--It couldn't be more plain."
"I am, forever in love with you."
And grab my wrist and pull me in.
It doesn't have to be a kiss
Just hold me, that's it.
I promise I won't shake you off,
No matter how angry I seem to be.
I promise I won't turn away or refuse you,
No matter what we're fighting about.
What makes me sad,
Is that you don't see
That all I want is for you
To hold me.
and she'll be the girl who lives for his almost-there-smirk and can make him crack up without even trying
she's the girl that dresses up to sit in the rain
and he'll be the boy who'll lend her his old comfy sweater that doesn't match with anything at all
he's the boy with two left feet and no rhythm
and she'll be the girl that counted the steps out loud until he got it and danced the night away with him
she's the girl that is afraid of blood and needles
and he'll be the boy that tattooed her name and their memories over his beatbeatbeating heart
he's the boy that hates to get his feet wet
and she'll be the girl who pulls him into her big brown eyes with his clothes still on and gets him absolutely drenched
she's the girl with firefly dreams and no expectations
and he'll be the boy that assures and reassures over and over again so she has no choice but to believe
he's the boy that beheads his gummy bears immediately
and she'll be the girl who licks h
“I am here, my darling!” you smiled as you walked over to Mikasa for your group lunch break. Plus two new people, but you’ll get to them later.
Mikasa looked over her shoulder with her usual placid expression, but gave a small smile while you gave her a brief hug from behind.
“Hello,(Name).” she greeted back patting your arm lightly, she was already eating lunch since she got out of class minutes earlier than you.
“Hey,(Name).” greeted Armin.
“Yo.” Eren gave a short wave.
Grabbing your seat in the booth you said your hellos to the two boys before placing your attention to the new addition of the group.
“So it seems that we have two new converts to our illustrious gang.” You smiled looking at them.
“Yes!” Armin pipied up and motioned to a brunette with freckles spotting on his cheek and nose. “This is Marco, from my sociology class. And his friend Jean.” He
Fancy a bit of fun networking?
As part of one of CRLiterature 's core objectives, throughout this year we have produced this small series of networking journals, mostly to help you find like-minded people in the community, new watchers and new opportunities! This journal is not so different, it's just another opportunity
There isn't much hard work involved in this; what you put in you get out of it. We are asking you to make sure you contribute- both my starting your own line of conversation and by answering others. Simple right?
So what are we asking you to do?
1. Introduce yourself
2. Share a little bit about you- what are you into, why you're on dA etc. (No essays please!)
3. Ask the question "Ask me anything" (if you want to be more specific i.e. "ask me anything about unicorns" then do")
4. Ask other people questions and answer your
Gardens too get old,
And in the icy morning you
Complain my feet are cold,
There were no wings of love as aid;
I had to climb the wall,
And tearing all the ivy off
It stood exposed and tall.
I do not want to hear the speech
That's caught inside your yawn:
"I know of secret gardens, this;
They don't stretch on and on."
And though our muted presence,
It leaves a funny stain,
We watch the fountains fall asleep
And freeze with English rain,
And through that stony quiet
The aching morning brings
I'm resolute and silent
And mum of holy things.
Even though their memories
Are hidden and unseen,
The blades of grass, caressing,
Tell what the stones have seen;
They're messagers in gardens
That speak up as they bloom,
But timeless, starving mornings
Are twilight in the gloom.
You're quick love, to accept it,
When leaves drip on your head,
That knowledge still consumes us:
We're faithful to the dead.
If I leave secret gardens,
I swear to you, my dear,
If I go bleedi