STOP the ride i want to get off STOP the pain i want to go on STOP war i want world peace STOP the stupidity people are dying STOP anger i want inner peace STOP destruction i want a place to live STOP polution i want a place for our children to live STOP hunger children are dying STOP hatred i want many friends STOP the cycle of violence i want it to end STOP the prejudice i want to…
the prettiest star will shine no more her heart is broken thrown on the floor amid her dreams through restless nights scores of angels make soundless flights to ease the pain but it will not do life with out love hurts strait through but in her soul she still can see lovers drawn apart like you and me each lives alone most do not know why she looks into our souls what she sees makes her cry remnants of a…
Title: Anírapen Author: nutmeg kawano Contact: miphileg@ hotmail.com Pairing: Laiqalassë/Rumil Rating: pg-13 Disclaimer: I don’t own the Elfies (or anything else having to do with LotR). They belong to the Tolkien estate, etc. Please buy me the Elfies for my birthday. Warnings: PWP, fluff!aNGsT Summary: Lai and Rumi meet for the first time and fall instantly in love just because I want them too. I was so tempted to make this a higher rating, except for the dedication. Dedication: for…
7 am cold wind and snow hands curled in mittens late late late 7:23 screaming brakes 2 tickets warmth 7:30 overcrowded claustrophobic hope to get a seat walkmans and newspapers abound 7:45 bing cold again
didn’t die today the knife was just too dull or perhaps I was there weren’t enough pills at least I coulcn’t find them my rope wasn’t long enough or maybe I’m too short doesn’t matter same end result
Once I saw two dreamers sitting on a sandy beach, I wanted touch their hands, their faces but my hands would not reach so, instead, I spoke to them and asked them to explain the dreams that we dream and how they bring us pain “Pain?” one laughed as I sat down “dreams are full of joy and cheer and circus clowns! they teach us the value of each day so we do not sit and simply waste away.” Well…
seas of tears on sandy shores written fears on plate-glass doors chess players fallen in pain rainbowed layers seen in the rain broken hearts shattered dreams blown apart torn at the seams scarlet dewdrops lit by moonbeams blood falls in beads on broken dreams salt tears land on sad window sills strange sorrow cold winter chills why do I fear to face this love secrets lost to the stars above
pretty? pretty is not here pretty is gone? am i to be with him? i cannot i am dead bloody soul black mourning o white morning in whence the end do pass pass us by but for pretty soft heart, my pretty, and soft tongue breathe for the voice that will not come does it own you, or you, it? black cloth does mark the change woe betide, my sugar self lay our broken pieces down scream to bleed and…
I. open your eyes and see the world the heartlessness of life unkind awakens you, and you arise with what tattered dreams that are left behind do you even know what you are doing? you tell the sun not to shine but it doesn’t care what you say it simply thinks you lost your mind and I simply have to agree you’d do the same, if so inclined II. does the sun cry each morn at the breaking of the…