The last note slowly died away, weaving a spell, captivating the audience. Without a sound, she lifted her bow off the string, knowing somewhere within herself that her partner was doing the same. There was a sustained pause, everyone holding their breath. The spell broke. The room exploded with applause. But for her, the whole world was only that stage, that moment. Simultaneously, she and her partner turned to the audience and took a bow. The applause swelled, rolling over her and the stage. They turned to each other and bowed, holding it for longer than they would normally. Reaching out, he took her hand and
This is a song to you, my blue-eyed bug
a nostalgic remembrance of three summers past
When life was good, when we played water tug
and we thought that our love forever would last.
Down by the pool, waiting and laughing,
emails of plans, and strawberry taffy.
I'd see you and you'd see me,
To my locked heart I gave you the key.
A song to you, my crush long ago,
of lasting friendship, that now will grow.
People laughing, we didn't care
cause we knew each other in sweet summer air
This innocent love, this childish shyness,
displayed, to me, you at your finest.
I miss those times, but like now, too,
for a friendship is growi
Let me stroke his hair
let me hold his hand
let me say "I love you"
and let him understand
Let him hold me tight
let him kiss my lips
let him whisper in my ear
let his arms circle my hips
Let my heart fly
Let it be free
Lord, this is my prayer,
given to thee
Me telling you just how I feel
My lips against yours;
it's so unreal.
Unreal, it is, because it's only a dream
For never can I tell you,
or so it seems.
These plans I've had for months
and these hopes I've had for years
But when I think I'll say it,
I'm overcome with fears.
You have dozens of poems,
all dedicated to you,
We had a chance, once,
and I wonder if we still do.
I want to be in love with you
It's true, I really do
I miss those times, not long ago
when my thoughts of you weren't full of woe.
I miss talking to you every other class
and sitting by you, making fun of the brass
I miss that fuzzy feeling, filling my blood
I miss you being my best guy bud
I used to know you really well
now I'm unsure, though I guess time will tell
if I love you or not, like I once did
Here's to hoping I do; you're her highest bid.
A dark muddy hazel colors her eyes
those which are squinty and small in their size
But to someone who loves her sad ghastly sight
Are they beautiful? Do they contain any blights?
Someone has committed a terrible deed
and has many long years before he is freed
So if most people hate him, as is the way taught,
does the one who loves him forgive without thought?
How does this love, the most beautiful of all,
change our perceptions, no matter how small?
A person considered ugly is pretty to one
another is forgiven, after all they have done.
This Love is so great, this Love is so kind,
it's the greatest of treasures, this Love so divi
The last note slowly died away, weaving a spell, captivating the audience. Without a sound, she lifted her bow off the string, knowing somewhere within herself that her partner was doing the same. There was a sustained pause, everyone holding their breath. The spell broke. The room exploded with applause. But for her, the whole world was only that stage, that moment. Simultaneously, she and her partner turned to the audience and took a bow. The applause swelled, rolling over her and the stage. They turned to each other and bowed, holding it for longer than they would normally. Reaching out, he took her hand and
Let me stroke his hair
let me hold his hand
let me say "I love you"
and let him understand
Let him hold me tight
let him kiss my lips
let him whisper in my ear
let his arms circle my hips
Let my heart fly
Let it be free
Lord, this is my prayer,
given to thee
This is a song to you, my blue-eyed bug
a nostalgic remembrance of three summers past
When life was good, when we played water tug
and we thought that our love forever would last.
Down by the pool, waiting and laughing,
emails of plans, and strawberry taffy.
I'd see you and you'd see me,
To my locked heart I gave you the key.
A song to you, my crush long ago,
of lasting friendship, that now will grow.
People laughing, we didn't care
cause we knew each other in sweet summer air
This innocent love, this childish shyness,
displayed, to me, you at your finest.
I miss those times, but like now, too,
for a friendship is growi
Me telling you just how I feel
My lips against yours;
it's so unreal.
Unreal, it is, because it's only a dream
For never can I tell you,
or so it seems.
These plans I've had for months
and these hopes I've had for years
But when I think I'll say it,
I'm overcome with fears.
You have dozens of poems,
all dedicated to you,
We had a chance, once,
and I wonder if we still do.
A dark muddy hazel colors her eyes
those which are squinty and small in their size
But to someone who loves her sad ghastly sight
Are they beautiful? Do they contain any blights?
Someone has committed a terrible deed
and has many long years before he is freed
So if most people hate him, as is the way taught,
does the one who loves him forgive without thought?
How does this love, the most beautiful of all,
change our perceptions, no matter how small?
A person considered ugly is pretty to one
another is forgiven, after all they have done.
This Love is so great, this Love is so kind,
it's the greatest of treasures, this Love so divi
These are my regrets
coming as blasts from my past
a few small reminders
that life's too good to last
A picture, a name,
a phrase here or there,
all nudge me or prod me,
letting me know I still care
My violist and runner,
my partner in crime,
I remember them all
as boys way too fine
The things I should have done,
the words I should have said
There are whole conversations
playing in my head
But it's time I move on,
get my head in the game
Concentrate on the one I have
and learn to live with the pain
Though I search for them daily
and though I miss them a lot
I need to stop being obsessed
and learn the lesson I taught.
I lay awake
thinking about you
thinking about what is over
what never began
How is it?
that I feel something is gone
when there was never anything there
Curious,
how one realizes something was there
only after it is gone
How do stone cold Memories,
that only bring a shadow of a flutter to my heart
keep me wondering
and hoping
Why do I hope?
What am I hoping for?
I suppose,
I am hoping out of habit
Hoping that what never began
might start again
One pair of footsteps gently scuff
Down sidewalks late at night
I wander thither, wither, wonder
While no road leads to right
I take a left, now straight ahead
Wait- just around the bend...
A pitter-patter, slowly louder
Tingling as I think
Another heart? I start, I stop
My senses slowly sink
But just a sound, a sight unseen
A love not quite unsheathed
Another lane, lamenter's pain
Each night a breath not breathed
Another left, I look around
But still you're nowhere to be found
I'm blind, behind, now where's my mind?
You're mine, I find, now so divine
Too late, now, wait, now, what is fate?
This whirling, twirling, swirl of
Life is but an instant by Tellmeyourproblems, literature
Literature
Life is but an instant
Time is an ocean
The span of one's life,
like a single drop,
gets to jump out
in a dazzling instant
dancing
sparkling
solitary as a tear
Before falling back
with a sigh
into the rolling waves
Never forget
how it feels to be forgotten
by him
by her
by them
it matters not
never forget
but do not dwell
for your life is now
with these people now
not back then
with all of them
live in the now
live for the now
do not dwell
but do not forget
remember how it felt,
to be forgotten
Stuck on a path of pain and despair
Wondering why, and when, and where
I'll find in myself, in my heart or my mind
The answer to the question I can't seem to find
Determined to love every chance in the light
Giving up as the terror brings on a new night
Afraid for my heart for I know it will break
Trying hard to hold on for my sanity's sake
I'm losing my nerve, I'm afraid of the fall
Unending abyss filled with nothing at all
I can't right myself, there's no up and no down
There's nothing to see but I still look around
Staring blindly at all of the black and white colors
Screaming silently alone with so many others
Drawing a blan
The last note slowly died away, weaving a spell, captivating the audience. Without a sound, she lifted her bow off the string, knowing somewhere within herself that her partner was doing the same. There was a sustained pause, everyone holding their breath. The spell broke. The room exploded with applause. But for her, the whole world was only that stage, that moment. Simultaneously, she and her partner turned to the audience and took a bow. The applause swelled, rolling over her and the stage. They turned to each other and bowed, holding it for longer than they would normally. Reaching out, he took her hand and
Current Residence: Oregon Favourite genre of music: Genre lines are too blurred for me to say what my favorite is Operating System: PC MP3 player of choice: iPod Favourite cartoon character: Mickey Mouse Personal Quote: Life is hard.
Well, here we are...2010. Anyone have any awesome plans for this year? New talents they're going to learn? Hopes? Concerns? Resolutions they want to share? Questions? Thoughts? Doubts? Memories from 2009? Anything?
I love you guys!
Edit: Anyone else really want to see It's Complicated?
...because it's 11:50 pm
SUPPOSEDLY if you've seen over 85 films, you have no life. Mark the ones you've seen. There are over 270 films on this list. Copy this list, go to your own facebook account (or deviantart account, if you're stealing it from facebook friends :)), paste this as a note. Then, put x's next to the films you've seen, add them up, change the header adding your number, and click post at the bottom. Have fun!
( ) Rocky Horror Picture Show
(x) Grease
( ) Grease 2
(x) Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl
(x) Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest
(x) Pirates of the Caribbean 3: At World's End
( )
BBC believes most people will have only read 6 of the 100 books here. How do your reading habits stack up?
Instructions:
Copy this into your NOTES/(journal if you're stealing this from facebook). Look at the list and put an 'x' after those you have read. Tag other "Book Nerds".
1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen --x
2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien--x (2 of the 3, that counts, right?)
3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte--
4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling--x
5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee --x
6 The Bible--x
7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte--
8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell -- (uh, I started it...)
9 His Dark Mater