There's a peace, this side of obscene,
That you don't see until you've been
On the brink of all sorts of crazy,
Ill-advised feeling;
A kind of catharsis without
The pleasure of knowing what about
What just happened made you
Just that numb.
A self assurance that no one can
Make you feel worse, no, no one can
Because you've been there,
And come back a wreck;
A self-accepting blunder,
The kind that make people wonder
Just where along the line
You had snapped.
Your head swims, floats, screams,
Until it enters your bloodstream
And you're infected, inside,
Outside. All over.
Sick with that sense of comfort
That soothes what had
Does there exist, in this place of ours,
A place where the strong can be weak,
Without fear of reproach?
A respite in the war for our souls,
Between anger and bitterness,
Love and madness,
Truth and...
Nothing?
There's a curve to my hips,
and the line of my lips,
that you know exists just to make you miss me.
And the look of my eyes,
The way my fingers rise,
They make you realize that you need me
And every inch of skin,
Without or within,
Is content in being there just to make you smile
And those dark eyes that follow,
Your pale lips that swallow,
The words you know you can't dare to say
They're my greatest desire
Every time you go, you know that I will wait here
Every part of me that is there only for you
And every breathy sigh, or cry that I deny
I'll bottle them until you listen, because -
You know there is no end
No reason to
Ode to Spring Cleaning by ThymeandAgain, literature
Literature
Ode to Spring Cleaning
Sweaty death cannot end, for I must move things once again.
Left to right, up and down, from here to fucking China Town -
Damn you, oh closet, and damn your dust mites,
damn boxes and shoes and lights, oh so bright.
To hell with your cleaning, I'm more than just through -
If I have to clean more, I don't know what I'll do!
Smack babies, punch junk, or even stab grannies
Go and kick puppy dogs right in their fannies!
I'll die, I tell you - I'll simply not last,
And all of my rage is now dying fast...
And so I shall move them, each bag, box, and wire,
And do oh so much more than was supposedly required -
But you see, in the end, the
An old obsession finally come to light, I found the nerve to ask him to give me an audience. It was a not-so-extraordinary balmy evening in the suburbs of London, when the date of our meeting came to pass.
At the appointed time, there was the rumble of an engine outside, as he parked in the driveway and headed up the long walkway.
There will always be something that strikes me about him. From head to toe, he exudes confidence. Knowing him as I do, I often wonder at the source of this self assured stature; he often has much to doubt himself about.
He is of average height now which was something quite different in the time that he was
What's there left to find,
Among the ashes and shredded pages
that twister about?
Relics of a fallen age;
Remnants of a revere,
Of a time when purpose swallowed
Doubt, and Fear,
And all of my negligent affections.
There are nothing but eyes,
Horror filled and massive,
Left in the distorted elegance
That was once greeted me
In the silver-shimmer looking glass.
Nothing but eyes that document
Long lost ambitions,
As they tumble down the well,
to join dreams, long dead, now
Rotting.
There's a peace, this side of obscene,
That you don't see until you've been
On the brink of all sorts of crazy,
Ill-advised feeling;
A kind of catharsis without
The pleasure of knowing what about
What just happened made you
Just that numb.
A self assurance that no one can
Make you feel worse, no, no one can
Because you've been there,
And come back a wreck;
A self-accepting blunder,
The kind that make people wonder
Just where along the line
You had snapped.
Your head swims, floats, screams,
Until it enters your bloodstream
And you're infected, inside,
Outside. All over.
Sick with that sense of comfort
That soothes what had
Does there exist, in this place of ours,
A place where the strong can be weak,
Without fear of reproach?
A respite in the war for our souls,
Between anger and bitterness,
Love and madness,
Truth and...
Nothing?
There's a curve to my hips,
and the line of my lips,
that you know exists just to make you miss me.
And the look of my eyes,
The way my fingers rise,
They make you realize that you need me
And every inch of skin,
Without or within,
Is content in being there just to make you smile
And those dark eyes that follow,
Your pale lips that swallow,
The words you know you can't dare to say
They're my greatest desire
Every time you go, you know that I will wait here
Every part of me that is there only for you
And every breathy sigh, or cry that I deny
I'll bottle them until you listen, because -
You know there is no end
No reason to
Ode to Spring Cleaning by ThymeandAgain, literature
Literature
Ode to Spring Cleaning
Sweaty death cannot end, for I must move things once again.
Left to right, up and down, from here to fucking China Town -
Damn you, oh closet, and damn your dust mites,
damn boxes and shoes and lights, oh so bright.
To hell with your cleaning, I'm more than just through -
If I have to clean more, I don't know what I'll do!
Smack babies, punch junk, or even stab grannies
Go and kick puppy dogs right in their fannies!
I'll die, I tell you - I'll simply not last,
And all of my rage is now dying fast...
And so I shall move them, each bag, box, and wire,
And do oh so much more than was supposedly required -
But you see, in the end, the
An old obsession finally come to light, I found the nerve to ask him to give me an audience. It was a not-so-extraordinary balmy evening in the suburbs of London, when the date of our meeting came to pass.
At the appointed time, there was the rumble of an engine outside, as he parked in the driveway and headed up the long walkway.
There will always be something that strikes me about him. From head to toe, he exudes confidence. Knowing him as I do, I often wonder at the source of this self assured stature; he often has much to doubt himself about.
He is of average height now which was something quite different in the time that he was
And so it came to pass
As the Dragon Kingdom descended
That my fair, young Prince
Who so valiantly led us into battle
Was met with only death,
Cold as the High Mountain's snow.
And all the heavens came to mourn,
At the sight of his face,
Hidden among inky black tresses,
Like so much ivory under dark silk.
That honorable spirit was pulled away
Never to see his Clan's demise.
The tiger, by his side,
Strong and able, fearless and noble,
As they were in the founding of the world,
Did not seek his own earned freedom.
One as bold, and empowered
As the most ancient of beasts
Was brought low in his grief to weep,
And with mournfu
Current Residence: Austin, Texas Operating System: MS FTW! Wallpaper of choice: Something HeeroxDuo related Skin of choice: ...pale Favourite cartoon character: ...Duo. Does he count? If not...screw it, he does. Personal Quote: If love be a virus, may I ever be infected.
...always seems to follow bad moods. Anyone else get that? Anyway! Today's little piece will probably be a bit of fanfiction...I heard these songs again and was inspired to write a piece on one of them.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VyuJI73Uxns
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=16ttYwm7GEA&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vtwwpBjRrPo&feature=related
Enjoy ya'll,
Jenn
Have you read more than 6 of these books? The BBC believes most people will have read only 6 of the 100 books listed here.
Instructions: Bold (Just going to put a plus sign by the number) those books you've read in their entirety, italicize the ones you started but didn't finish or read an excerpt (not going to mention them).
+1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
+2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4.Harry Potter Series- JK Rowling (All of them)
+5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
+6.The Bible
7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pu
What are love's prerequisites? I'd be willing to venture that it has none. But a happy life...? Joy has many parts and needs...and I'm not really sure where I stand, just now.
There is no real meaning just now; nothing strictly speaking wrong. I just feel so damned empty.
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Heya Since you joined my HeeroDuoYaoi Group I figure why not share with you a funny Gundam Wing Pardoy Spoof that me and my friend came up with you may enjoy it if you like Humor and Gundam Wing and Yaoi all mixed together in one