Ten till elevenTen till eleven rain pours buckets. ugly white buildings, drenched,Ten till eleven
exact as all the others. Lightning flashes, time freezes thunder never sounds, a disappointment.
A family comes home, laughing, Sarees like wet blankets. What do I know of them? Twenty yards worlds apart. They go inside. I feel the lack. So many people here, I know none of them and feel sorry for it.
I breathe in deep,
cool air, relief to my healing lungs. Lightning flashes,
time freezes thunder rol
As the curtain fallsI walk among the solemn stones, reminiscent of the past, And take the hand of certainty, and greet it with a grasp. A nursery rhyme my mother sang whistles from my lips, Six below my sunshine squandered, within the dirt it sits.As the curtain falls
To join too soon this rigid cast, is just a trifling act. A million ways exist or more to end one's small performance, And pluck yourself forever from this ever-changing play.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I bid you all ado, I take my final bow, lower now, my only solo too. Head upon the floor, no one cheers my final role? I performed this just for you
An EndingSilver silence casting down its dreamy glow, Between shifting cracks in a slate covered sky. Ghostly rays of light touching down upon the water, Where on that far horizon the two together lie.An Ending
The golden reeds keep the rhythm of the night, As they brush together, swaying side to side. The current composing another nocturne, Adjusting pitch with the rising of the tide.
The wind is joyless as it stirs up the sand, Grating 'gainst the grasses as they dance for rain. The river cutting like a knife, cold and sharp, A twisting blade along this frozen plain.
Life without meaning... A life Without A Chance or Perhaps MeaningLife without meaning...
It was about nine o'clock in the evening and Bill Marin was doing what he did just about every night for the last two months. Rather than going home after a long day of work for Preston Realty, he would drive his silver Ford Taurus up to the outskirts of his development and drive golf balls at a lit billboard. The billboard had plastered in large white letters the words, "If you lived here, you'd be home right now." Below the words was a large photo of the average nuclear family: one mom, one dad, one daughter, one s
I saw your journal icon and thought "Don't Blink."
Sorry, just had to share my Doctor Who fright.q
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bring it, do it, leave it, have it, love it.
::Thunderstorm;;not something to fear, something to watch
and always be aware.
There's an episode with stone angels.
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bring it, do it, leave it, have it, love it.
::Thunderstorm;;not something to fear, something to watch
and always be aware.
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♥ech
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Clubs I am in; ~photo-genius =onewordphoto
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