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She stood gracefully and walked swiftly away from the table, chair squeaking in protest as it scraped against the hardwood floors. The buzz of the cafe noise faded into the background.
Tap. Tap. Tap. -- he counted them, the familiar rhythm of her bright red stilettos -- 14. Then -- the jingle of the chimes, giggling like a mischievous child. He sat immobile and counted. 1. 2. 3. The number of people who coughed. 7 -- glasses clinking at the back. He counted his breathing -- in, out, in, out. It was normal.
Calmed by the regularity of the surroundings, each accounted for, he blinked, and the table came back into focus. She had left a few coins carelessly scattered across the polished surface and haphazardly strewn around her lipstick-stained cup.
Abandoned on the tabletop remained a crumpled coffee-stained napkin. With hands that didn't even tremble, he slowly disentangled one of his hands from the other and picked up the napkin gingerly, as if it w
The ghost of your music (postcard letter)
It's been two months, three weeks, and a night since you died. Every day I wake up, only to reach out to your side of the bed and feel nothing but cold sheets. Every time, a huge wall hits me and I close my eyes again, only to be dragged out by whoever is in the house at the moment--there is a never-ending guard rotation, it seems, to keep me alive. My parents, our friends, even the cat, all seem to look at me with disapproval. I know it's time to move on, I really do know; but what the mind knows, the heart never listens to. Ever. That's one of the reasons I married you, quite frankly.
The days on which I have the strength to get up by myself are bleak. When I walk around the house, every little object seems to remind me of you. I hear the sound of your soft footsteps dancing through the lonely corridors, and sometimes I follow--sometimes I don't. Most days I languish on the living room couch, staring at the piano. I still remember the day we b
Goodbyehello & goodbye said the spider to the fly
in much the same way our time has gone by
quick as a flash years have passed
swallowed up by some unseen mass
yet lingering behind on the tenuous web
a sea of memories with flow and ebb
lies, a treasure chest of thoughts memorable
these past five years have been most enjoyable
mantra.Sometimes I need to kick off my shoes
To become grounded
And pull apart my facade
To bring myself peace.
To become grounded,
I envelope my soul
To bring myself peace
In order to remind myself who I am.
I envelope my soul
and pull apart my facade.
In order to remind myself who I am
Sometimes I need to kick off my shoes.
Desert SeraphCover me in fabric blue,
conceal me in halo hue
like an angel of the sand
watching o'er Noel's land.
And when the flutes start to play
among the cups of molded clay,
let me dance for all to see
the beauty of His majesty -
Child so young, yet oh so bold
reminiscing tales of old,
with humble heart deep within
her starry eyes and gleaming skin.
Let the sweet rebirth begin,
while the world is free of sin.
DFC VI. Cinq-Cinquain: AliveTaken
Against my will
Fraught with fear and driven
Like knives at a fist fight: my heart
Into blue skies
Linen, cotton, woolen
DFC 5: The Slow Decline of InnocenceThese thoughts are looping through my mind,
No answers can they seek,
For problems of the mental kind,
Leave me battered – weak!
A moment’s breath can bear no peace,
There is no sudden strong release,
A moment’s breath,
A moment’s breath,
The madness in me will not cease!
Dare not to clutch at fairy tales,
They always end in tears,
True love in stories always fails,
As people grasp at fears,
No one can see the pain that seeps,
Where consciousness gives way to sleep,
No one can see,
No one can see,
Cacophonies a person weeps.
‘Where do nightmares hide?’, they say,
In places blackened – dead!
Where hope and faith are miles away,
These demons rest their head,
No need to cry, young child of mine,
Your life is safe; you will be fine,
No need to cry,
No need to cry,
For on thine purity we’ll dine.
Starry NightIf I
could see the depth
to which your heart extends,
how could I fail to fall in love
that pierces soul
and spirit into shards,
You forged it from your breath into
of utter saving grace,
and awed I gaze up to the sky,
nights I call to
memory, and all the
world was gleaming, glimmering in
recall that night,
I fear no more the day.
With hand in hand we walk, just me
DFC 4: AppearancesJesters jeer as liars leer,
Frightening for the ones who fear,
Be bold but bury deep,
The wisdom wrought where wonders weep,
Hearts hold hope to hear,
Sounds of slyness, softly sleep,
All is not as it appears.
SamhainA cheshire smile made of moonlight
The sound of bones beating the drums
The hiss of the winds in the willows
The fading light of the weakening sun
The wail of the ghosts of the Fallen
The wail of the Goddess who mourns
The wail of the Horned One who's offered
Merge with the call of the Wild Hunt's horn
Jack o lantern lights flicker in darkness
The smell of rotting leaves fill the night
The veil is torn all asunder
Giving glances and glimpses of Sight
The dead and the gone walk among us
Those who we honour and grieve
We revel in the grace of the darkness
During this All Hallowed Eve
and see the culmination of my eyes,
the death and dearth of words will seize my tongue;
my only crown
God Has Welcomed You, Paul WalkerAs a fan, my heartfelt condolences goes out
to others as by your passing they are in despair
for you are another compassionate humanitarian lost
but now in the loving hands of God's care
You teased and inspired each and everyone of us
with the parts that you so brilliantly played
in so many movies and television commercials
you were handsome and always came to our aid
It doesn't need to be said The Fast and Furious won't be
same without you here, to share the chemistry with the whole cast
It's beyond words, the ability to explain the sorrow of knowing
that your Character, Brian O'Connor won't forever last
We must now say goodbye to a man with a good heart
while knowing some of us will cry and even deny
that you have been set free in the universe
to watch over your daughter and see her potential fly
And we will continue to carry on for that's what you'd want
while remembering God has welcomed you, Paul Walker in Heaven above
by adding you and your friend to the brightly shining stars
Away, away, sailing away,
alone on a wide wide sea;
Drifting, floating on a white cloud plain--
not a thing in sight but me
A mindless breeze, a silent whoosh,
propels the ship ahead,
in the distance, a faint line forms,
a line up of the dead.
Where are you going? I question,
Why am I left behind?
Do not worry, your time will come,
came the disembodied reply.
Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will tur
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
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