the charms of her overwhelmed him
fragrant intoxication
dangling and glinting before him
and all he wanted to do was reach out and touch
hold her beauty in his hand
and let it rest there forever
Charms are little things that make us smile. Cheer us up. Keep in our pockets. Little things. That teddy bear that used to be a key chain and is now a charm, an anchor, a piece of joy and comfort that can be held in the hand. A slice of joy to bring, to share and to love.
The rooms were strewn with the debris of a quickly fleeing resident, obviously taking only what needed to be taken and no care for the mess left behind. Hanging on the corner of a mirror in one of the rooms were several charms glinting dully in the gray light. Jensen held one in his hand and thought.
Oh yes. How charming he is. The deep look in his eyes, the smile, even his mama can be charmed by him. Will you please do this for me…he asks and all my defences go flying out of the window while he smiles and looks at me, it touches my heart.
“They were after my lucky charms,” he grumbled to me in the small pub on the outskirts of Limerick. I had found him with his top hat to the side, his green coat tangled around his shoulders, swigging from a tall glass of Guinness. He swept a thick strand of red hair from his exasperated eyes and groaned a smelly groan. “They were always after my lucky charms.”
I carry these things. The hickeys on my collarbone, the necklace you gave me for Christmas, the wilting flowers on my nightstand. They’ve become my reminder of you, charms you’ve given me that I can’t help but look at and see your face. That’s all I need when you aren’t around.
“You’re mean,” Astor pouted, gathering up the many-colored ducklings in his arms and stomping dramatically out of Tobias’s office before bursting back in and crushing his oldest friend in a tight hug. “Which, of course, is one of your many charms.”
I remember charms. they were lollipops, with gum inside. I think they were 10 cents a piece. the flavors were just like jolly ranchers, and the gummy prize was so worth it.
I think that the charms you’ve got are only exceeded by the number of times you’ve made them all cry, like out on the red carpet, with your hair flying and your eyes wide, laughing through your tear ducts while everyone else’s floods, and in the overflow, takes down cities and township and undercuts the lives that they’ve worked so hard to sew together. I’m thinking that maybe you’re a little too charming, and that maybe I should seek elsewhere for my luck.
I stood in the back, feeling anxious. It was the end of everything, and her charming voice beat my melancholy into place. It was all ending too soon, but I couldn’t forget the boy at the sound board who ruined my existence at this school. I pushed the button, and the green lights glowed slowly beside me. This was it, and as I pushed out the trolley that held the lights, it fell over with a clunk. I would never forget how much I hated school, but it was moments like these that made it seem magical.
I like how people have many charms. I don’t like how we people are judged only on the physical ones by most. If I could I would charm everyone into thinking I had no charms, then they would leave me alone.
charms are just beauty. but maybe not only beauty but the imagination of the people about the past of the beauty. something may charm us because maybe it reminds us something or someone, or something maybe an illusion or a lie.
Lucky charms.
Deliciously nutritious.
Reminiscing of youth.
Longing for sweets.
Wishing on those shooting stars.
Knowing they’ll never be real.
Hating the meaning of growing up.
Pushing to do it anyways.
on a bracelet, the metal pieces click together reflecting her pale visage. The superficialities of her life beaded up in the cold pieces of metal. All charms for not.
The wind chimes seem to dance in the wind,
Their sound so soothing it is like
Sleep incarnate. He charmed is way into my life
And now we sit on the porch a thousand years later
Listening to the wind rush through silver branches.
It’s all over for Stanley. She was married. He knew better. To put the moves on Sandra caused his death. His charms didnt work with anyone, and will never.
She looked down at her bracelet and wondered, “Is this really it?” The last charm she received from her mother would serve as a painful memory that there would be no more to come. No more birthdays, holidays, or celebrations that her mother would be there for.
i love lucky charms. they are the perfect combination of sweetness and breakfast. plus, who wouldn’t want to eat a cereal that features a leprechaun on the front of the box? it’s magical =]
I’m a sucker. That much I know, but I think I have some resiliency to charms, in general. Hair flips and licked lips I can resist. But have and edge and bring some fire, jeez, I’m all yours.
silver moments
little things
like bangles of the sun
things worn ’round your
arm like pendants
round ones
shooting stars
look like jewelry
but have meanings
that help understand the world
thrills that excite the soul
pleasures and bangles galore
like airwaves and pendants in the breeze
witches and angels unite
like breathes
like wisps of smoke
jewelry of the heart
Charms…I used to believe in a charm bracelet. I thought I could never lose the friendship. It was all a dream wasn’t it? We crossed paths and we act as if we were strangers. I guess it’s meant to be. We’re fulfilling our own dreams. Let us meet again in the next life.
I blushed and smiled. He held the door open, smiled, and we talked. It was simple. We were perfectly unperfect in our awkward manners and constant smiles. Smiles Smiles Smiles. It was charming.
There was no denying it… there was just something about that first kitten that I picked up. The way she purred the second I lifted her up, the way her eyes looked into mine. I could feel my heart melt beneath the pressure of her charms. They do say that the cat chooses you… I sighed, realizing that I no longer that any choice. I had to adopt her. What else could you do, confronted with an animal as adorable as that?
A self-depricating smirk graces his face as he looks your way. You watch as he quickly fixes his hair in his locker mirror, winking at his reflection, then turns to strut over to where you stand. At least one girl per five lockers sighs as he walks past.
You notice the notebook in his hand.
If he thinks he can use his multitude of so-called charms to get you to help him with his homework again, he is even more stupid than you intially thought.
I’ve always wanted to go to Hogwarts. To sit in charms class and learn about wand movements and such. It would be much better than learning about the American Industrial Revolution, at any rate.
They dangle from her wrist, thin, stork-like; a liquid grace about them. They jingle when she speaks. She speaks and they jingle. It is an extension of her, something catching your eye and keeping you fixated, her charisma is more than enough. You sleep and the sound of her voice mixes with the charms, jingles through your mind in endless mantras. You never need to awaken.
silver bangles. a bit of icing for her arm. and one special bracelet. beautiful sprinkles dangling from a delicate chain. memories. treasures. reminders of outings and special occasions.
Harry Potter had lots of charms. Tom Sawyer believed in charms. Do charms have a place in Scripture? Should we even joke about them? I think that we should be careful when we use the word luck and charms, so that we instead trust in God’s providence.
The charms dangled from her wrist, clinking with ever step she took. A painful reminder of each special event they had shared. She listened to the bells twinkle on her arm and remembered her wedding day.
Meaning no harm, she charms the arms of the farms.
the charms of her overwhelmed him
fragrant intoxication
dangling and glinting before him
and all he wanted to do was reach out and touch
hold her beauty in his hand
and let it rest there forever
Charms are little things that make us smile. Cheer us up. Keep in our pockets. Little things. That teddy bear that used to be a key chain and is now a charm, an anchor, a piece of joy and comfort that can be held in the hand. A slice of joy to bring, to share and to love.
I have a few lucky charms. My bracelets and my itouch. I don’t know why my itouch. It keeps me away from reality.
The rooms were strewn with the debris of a quickly fleeing resident, obviously taking only what needed to be taken and no care for the mess left behind. Hanging on the corner of a mirror in one of the rooms were several charms glinting dully in the gray light. Jensen held one in his hand and thought.
Dangling, jangling pictures of what you think you are.
Silver bracelet on your wrist, an sentimental scar.
Oh yes. How charming he is. The deep look in his eyes, the smile, even his mama can be charmed by him. Will you please do this for me…he asks and all my defences go flying out of the window while he smiles and looks at me, it touches my heart.
“They were after my lucky charms,” he grumbled to me in the small pub on the outskirts of Limerick. I had found him with his top hat to the side, his green coat tangled around his shoulders, swigging from a tall glass of Guinness. He swept a thick strand of red hair from his exasperated eyes and groaned a smelly groan. “They were always after my lucky charms.”
I carry these things. The hickeys on my collarbone, the necklace you gave me for Christmas, the wilting flowers on my nightstand. They’ve become my reminder of you, charms you’ve given me that I can’t help but look at and see your face. That’s all I need when you aren’t around.
don’t touch me lucky charms. There always after me lucky charms.
He charms the birds out of the trees …. a real flanneller I’d say!
“You’re mean,” Astor pouted, gathering up the many-colored ducklings in his arms and stomping dramatically out of Tobias’s office before bursting back in and crushing his oldest friend in a tight hug. “Which, of course, is one of your many charms.”
I remember charms. they were lollipops, with gum inside. I think they were 10 cents a piece. the flavors were just like jolly ranchers, and the gummy prize was so worth it.
I think that the charms you’ve got are only exceeded by the number of times you’ve made them all cry, like out on the red carpet, with your hair flying and your eyes wide, laughing through your tear ducts while everyone else’s floods, and in the overflow, takes down cities and township and undercuts the lives that they’ve worked so hard to sew together. I’m thinking that maybe you’re a little too charming, and that maybe I should seek elsewhere for my luck.
I stood in the back, feeling anxious. It was the end of everything, and her charming voice beat my melancholy into place. It was all ending too soon, but I couldn’t forget the boy at the sound board who ruined my existence at this school. I pushed the button, and the green lights glowed slowly beside me. This was it, and as I pushed out the trolley that held the lights, it fell over with a clunk. I would never forget how much I hated school, but it was moments like these that made it seem magical.
I like how people have many charms. I don’t like how we people are judged only on the physical ones by most. If I could I would charm everyone into thinking I had no charms, then they would leave me alone.
charms are just beauty. but maybe not only beauty but the imagination of the people about the past of the beauty. something may charm us because maybe it reminds us something or someone, or something maybe an illusion or a lie.
Lucky charms.
Deliciously nutritious.
Reminiscing of youth.
Longing for sweets.
Wishing on those shooting stars.
Knowing they’ll never be real.
Hating the meaning of growing up.
Pushing to do it anyways.
on a bracelet, the metal pieces click together reflecting her pale visage. The superficialities of her life beaded up in the cold pieces of metal. All charms for not.
The wind chimes seem to dance in the wind,
Their sound so soothing it is like
Sleep incarnate. He charmed is way into my life
And now we sit on the porch a thousand years later
Listening to the wind rush through silver branches.
It’s all over for Stanley. She was married. He knew better. To put the moves on Sandra caused his death. His charms didnt work with anyone, and will never.
She looked down at her bracelet and wondered, “Is this really it?” The last charm she received from her mother would serve as a painful memory that there would be no more to come. No more birthdays, holidays, or celebrations that her mother would be there for.
charming damsel, the festival of paint
charming weather, quite and quaint
charming isn’t it?
you and I sitting in the
charming sun
you and I watching the
charming sky?
i love lucky charms. they are the perfect combination of sweetness and breakfast. plus, who wouldn’t want to eat a cereal that features a leprechaun on the front of the box? it’s magical =]
this class was often a great time. particularly in third year, when we learned cheering charms. jolly good stuff.
I’m a sucker. That much I know, but I think I have some resiliency to charms, in general. Hair flips and licked lips I can resist. But have and edge and bring some fire, jeez, I’m all yours.
silver moments
little things
like bangles of the sun
things worn ’round your
arm like pendants
round ones
shooting stars
look like jewelry
but have meanings
that help understand the world
thrills that excite the soul
pleasures and bangles galore
like airwaves and pendants in the breeze
witches and angels unite
like breathes
like wisps of smoke
jewelry of the heart
Charms…I used to believe in a charm bracelet. I thought I could never lose the friendship. It was all a dream wasn’t it? We crossed paths and we act as if we were strangers. I guess it’s meant to be. We’re fulfilling our own dreams. Let us meet again in the next life.
I blushed and smiled. He held the door open, smiled, and we talked. It was simple. We were perfectly unperfect in our awkward manners and constant smiles. Smiles Smiles Smiles. It was charming.
There was no denying it… there was just something about that first kitten that I picked up. The way she purred the second I lifted her up, the way her eyes looked into mine. I could feel my heart melt beneath the pressure of her charms. They do say that the cat chooses you… I sighed, realizing that I no longer that any choice. I had to adopt her. What else could you do, confronted with an animal as adorable as that?
A self-depricating smirk graces his face as he looks your way. You watch as he quickly fixes his hair in his locker mirror, winking at his reflection, then turns to strut over to where you stand. At least one girl per five lockers sighs as he walks past.
You notice the notebook in his hand.
If he thinks he can use his multitude of so-called charms to get you to help him with his homework again, he is even more stupid than you intially thought.
I’ve always wanted to go to Hogwarts. To sit in charms class and learn about wand movements and such. It would be much better than learning about the American Industrial Revolution, at any rate.
They dangle from her wrist, thin, stork-like; a liquid grace about them. They jingle when she speaks. She speaks and they jingle. It is an extension of her, something catching your eye and keeping you fixated, her charisma is more than enough. You sleep and the sound of her voice mixes with the charms, jingles through your mind in endless mantras. You never need to awaken.
you carry it all the time. so naturally, smoothly. damn, you have no idea. if magic was real, you are it personified.
I bought charms for a bracelet once. Mementos of events in a life well lived. Silver. Tiny charms. Big events.
silver bangles. a bit of icing for her arm. and one special bracelet. beautiful sprinkles dangling from a delicate chain. memories. treasures. reminders of outings and special occasions.
The charms on her bracelet remind me of mine. The shoe and the dog and my name spelt out.
Harry Potter had lots of charms. Tom Sawyer believed in charms. Do charms have a place in Scripture? Should we even joke about them? I think that we should be careful when we use the word luck and charms, so that we instead trust in God’s providence.
The charms dangled from her wrist, clinking with ever step she took. A painful reminder of each special event they had shared. She listened to the bells twinkle on her arm and remembered her wedding day.