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I lay in bed, alone with my thoughts
sparkling like gems in moonshine
I pour myself into its soundlessness
and escape deep yonder
» Posted By France On 08.11.2013 @ 7:43 am
The shattered glass lay astray the ash covered floor. There was no sound. Just a deafening silence that threatened her tightly sealed lips. But it was loud. Everywhere, there was chaos, anarchy, not a single cent of peace.
» Posted By France On 05.27.2013 @ 9:54 am
he was the best rocker. gals would pile up outside his dressing room and slip dirty letters under his doorstep. he loved the fame but one day–all was nought.
a robber stole his show, his guitar, ripping off the carefully covered history he had under his clever guise
» Posted By France On 05.16.2013 @ 4:57 am
He bit the wafer, letting the chocolate run on his dry lips. How he loved chocolate… It filled him up with serenity as he looked up to the waning blue sky. If only times weren’t so rough with his girlfriend, he’d wanted to spent time with her like this…
» Posted By France On 05.22.2013 @ 10:49 pm
you stood up, left him cold. You couldn’t believe what happened and how you gave him the cold shoulder. He stared into your eyes searching for moment and pulled you in to a passionate embrace.
All is forgiven
» Posted By France On 05.15.2013 @ 6:42 am
And I’ve returned because of a typo!
“You know the world is a funny place when you’re glancing through the pages of a hotel room bible and you find a message scrawled out just for you. It says you’ve got to return to that mountain top, because she’ll be waiting for you there, the honeyed-glow of sunset in her eyes.”
» Posted By France On 03.08.2013 @ 6:51 am
You know the world is a funny place when you’re glancing through the pages of a hotel room bible and you find a message scrawled out just for you. It says you’be got to return to that mountain top, because she’ll be waiting for you there with the honeyed-glow of sunset in her eyes.
» Posted By France On 03.08.2013 @ 6:47 am
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natural era el arbol que al salir de la semilla supo a lo que se enfrentaba , algun dia volveria a ser igual ? algun dia seria tan limpia y pura como lo era cunado aun yasia en la tierra?..
» Posted By france On 01.13.2010 @ 2:24 pm