the most beautiful girl?The Most beautiful,girl. So full of life, but so, extinguished. The fire in her eyes, just embers.the most beautiful girl?
Roses Weepsweet taste of crimson lipsRoses Weep
on tear drops left for freezing.
weep for the seasons
as they come....
and they go..
how bitter is the wind..
when we're shiftless
in such oblivion?
only roses will weep upon
freezing.
how was it that
the shadows danced
upon this burial...
only burial of
toes in the sand..
clear water with
caps of whites..
looking warm...
tempting..
but also cold
and solid frozen.
we look for soothing
winds of summer..
but get the cold winds of f
The Blushing BallerinaNewcaster (whispering) into the microphone:The Blushing Ballerina
The red velvet curtains open and a slow tune starts;
one we all know
Kim the Blushing Ballerina is slowly lowered, her arms in the air, twirling brilliantly
The music lifts; we watch as Little June Twinkletoes comes cartwheeling repeatedly onto the smoke-filled stage
Once Kim is lowered, still in form, June is at her side
June, looking at the crowd, says: Shall we dance?
Kim, grabbing June's hand and swinging her around, says: Yes, we shall
They dance under the hot spotlights
It is their passion, their way of life
Th
Ebony FeathersI watched him from across the tableEbony Feathers
a blue ink stain on his rusted lip
and a crease in his copper brow
as an ebony crow
I nestled in the waves of his hair
and cracked his sapphire eyes
with a sweet whisper
I am the passion that makes you shiver...
lend your eyes to mine
just one last time
and I'll promise you this..
a secret garden.. of gentle lightning
I'll show you I'm not always colourblind
in a menagerie of paper peacocks
and wild flowers..
I am, everlastingly, a silent tempest
in a breeze of t
The fiber of my entity is blown into ripples..
--
Nants ingonyama bagithi Baba
Sithi uhm ingonyama
Nants ingonyama bagithi baba
Sithi uhhmm ingonyama
Ingonyama
Siyo Nqoba
Ingonyama
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
--
“Satisfaction is the death of desire.”
If you havent guessed that its me by now then your crazy.
One hint: Im the emo kid that sits in front of you in Spanish.
^^ hihi
--
Paulette..
--
passive aggressive.
--
...butterflies are passive aggressive...
I should've had my hammer and a few rusty spikes
to nail you on a wall and use bottles to catch your blood
and display you for the neighbors so they'd know your time had come.
And I'd drink your blood, feel it dripping down my throat
and heading for my heart.
And as your body sags and the stench rises in vain,
the people on the street are collecting in dismay.
Before their eyes your head lifts towards the sky
and that's the last thing they'll remember of you.
Cause I'd drink your blood, feel it dripping down my throat
and heading for my heart.
You've become a ghost.
You're floating somewhere in between
the waking world and a landscape of dreams.
Well it's nothing but dying.
Got a grenade stuck in your teeth and you're pulling at the pin.
You're an illusion, just a shadow flickering underneath the sun.
And I'd drink your blood, feel it dripping down my throat
and heading for my heart.
-saves the day - as your ghost takes flight
--
if love is for fools, can i be your personal idiot?
and save you when your on the edge of destruction?
--
if love is for fools, can i be your personal idiot?
--
if love is for fools, can i be your personal idiot?
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