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The DiMageThe DiMage sat, illuminated by the golden glow of her magical tome, and whispered to her cat, who watched the mouse as it moved about with deliberation, neither the captive nor the prey.
"If I cast my runes thus! Into the box... Yesss! Here, here, here and here! Here are the ingredients that I need to brew my potion. Here I will cast my greatest spell!"
Once she had gathered her ingredients the witch summoned forth her alembic and began to prepare them, synthesizing multiplying and refining them until they were in their purest form and ready for use.
"Now is the time my dear, now is the time!" The cat nuzzle her face as the witch spoke and felt a firm pressure returned for his attentions. "My cauldron awaits!"
Placing the potions carefully into the vessel she worked with skill and some exasperation on each addition tweaking the subtle nuances and tones until a harmony was gained and then the next ingredient would be poured in and adjustments would begin again in earnest and so the work
Christmas nights and Candle LightsChristmas Nights And Candle Lights
We'd gather in the fallen birch
And branches from the trees
Holly and ivy, a single fir
For Christmas all were these
Silvery logs with candles on
Glitter and pine cones
For branch tips, crepe paper flowers
In colours of many tones
My father would cut the yule
And stand it by the fire
The sound of sparks and the smell
As the flames burnt on higher
Upon the tree we'd hang the lights
In decorating we would share
Draping tinsel, just the right place
Glass westle cups hung with care
My fondest memories are of then
Upon those Christmas nights
Across the room shadows danced
Lit by fire and candle lights
Santa ClausSanta Claus
Tired, cold and desperate
They go rushing by
Some have angry eyes
Some want to sit and cry
Standing in the doorways
Or blocking up the aisles
Snapping up the bargains
Like hungry crocodiles
Loads of bags and boxes
Barging down the street
A little Christmas shopping
Turkey and some meat
But where is the spirit
As they push into the queue
The seasons great occasion
Understood by so few
The message is the giving
To witness a joyful tear
The sound of happy laughter
Is all you need to hear
Buying to receive
Is borne of selfish greed
This type of giving
Isn't what we need
St Nick gave for love
What he could afford
To see two hearts happiness
Was his only reward
At least smile while shopping
If you feel bad, just pause
And think of happy faces
The magic of Santa Claus
A Yorkshire RidingA Yorkshire Riding
A third is a third
Or a quart
A third is a third si'thee
If it weren't a third
Tha' could call it owt
Plain as yer face
It's southern sense
To call it an eighth
Or a sixth or a tenth
Or a bit
But a Yorkshire man knows
How to work it out
An' a Londoners
Full of shit
A Riding's a third
North, East and West
Wi' dunt like foreigners
So sling thi' hook
Wi' can do better wi'owt
The likes o' thee
Is that clear
9 still waiting
7 slow approach
5 looking for a glow
4 getting closer
3 looking hard
2 moving in
1 right above
The Truth of VisionThe Truth Of Vision
I see the cities with dirty streets
Black death clings to the buildings
Gutters overflowing with vile stench
Litter piled high in slime and filthy heaps
I see the urban curse, incommunicado
They line their pockets and hide in vaults
Create a world of fantasies and dreams
Living life in a state of virtual reality
I see the immoral perversion for sale
And the thousands who go unnoticed
Criminals created through boredom
Minds and bodies, torn and twisted
I see compassion becoming extinct
No trust or care within their hearts
Yielding nothing save for themselves
Committed to within the gates of hell
I see blind eyes in darkened sockets
Ears filled with selfish escapism
And mouths that only feed stomachs
Senses that work on static and sand
I see rats in babies' cribs
Sewage in the drinking water
Excreta smeared from wall to wall
Where sess-pits stand beside the schools
I see battles and blood and tears
Charred bones in burnt-out cars
Bodies, unmissed, in the undergrowth
If an angel hears meIf there is an angel near me, I pray to remember me, and I know it will, at see my love for you.
Although I also know... that between me and her, the sky only have dark clouds...
I will pray, I will seek, I swear, I will find it, even if I had to look in a million stars.
In this dark life, absurd without you ... I feel you've become the center and the end of my universe...
If love have any limit, I would cross it for her, and in the vast emptiness of my nights, I feel you, and I will love you ... like I could love you for the first time, when a kiss was a whole lifetime...
Feeling like I lost all my mind... for you.
I understand that your kisses must never be mine, I realize that I will never see my reflection in your eyes. But despite that ... my heart ... instead of love you less, loves you even more.
The two is just one single soul: The scent of her hair, the murmur of her silence...
Her smile like a sweet tale... the sweet honey I tasted on your lips.
I thought you and thought you
...alegria eterna......alegría eterna...
...te pienso, te siento, te espero,
en los remanentes de nuestro universo,
escuchando el harpa de los recuerdos,
de los nuestros, de los pequeños momentos...
...los besos, el cielo, la timidez,
las miradas, las caricias, la estupidez,
los tropiezos, el tiempo, la felicidad,
las lágrimas, las despedidas, la eternidad...
...los años pasan, el caliente no llega,
mi sonrisa se apaga, la luna se aleja,
mi cabello se opaca, mi vida se acorta,
pero mi sentimiento permanece, persevera...
¿Cuándo será el día, la mañana, que te vea,
que tu sonrisa no sea de mi reminiscencia,
que la brillantez del sol refleje tu dulce esencia,
cuando podrá mi corazón ver la alegría eterna?
-Solem Nocte Infinitus-
These Bones (I'm in Suicide With You)we're lost without words
in the ache of the brightness.
these bones are old
we are lost--
i'm lost without you.
(but i haven't a clue what you do with me.)
these bones aren't gold,
so what's worthwhile
about them to you?
we are carbon
blood, blood, flowing blood
that clots in cuts
and runs rivers in veins
and stains, how it stains,
carpet and floor and hands
i'd be more
than all the good
i do for you.
i'd be lost without you
but you don't need me
and i'm in suicide with you
for too many reasons
and too many times.
but my only question--
is my love
even if i lie?
Forever and Always.You were happy now.
The road wasn't always easy, but you managed to continue on down it. It always seemed bleak and dreary until he showed up.
At first you thought it was some cruel joke like usual…
He was different in every way possible. There were always smiles and warmth radiating from him.
He never judged you because of your appearance. He was better than that.
Pointing out all the good in you that everyone else seemed to pass by as they only criticized you on what they thought was bad.
He did all of this and so much more. Helping you find your way when all seemed dark to you. Showing you that there was a light at the end of the tunnel and being there tightening the hold on your hand as you both traveled down the dark road.
It was beautiful and so was your life now.
You thought you'd never be here, right now with him.
That's what he told you that day when he asked you.
TnM-Vampiros VS Lobos Cap.4Cap.4 Amigos?
En el parque
Cuando llegaron Xadezz y Frejazz se miraron y se enamoraron
Thomas: hola Marie
Marie: hola Tommy son ellos tus amigos
Thomas: si ellos son Dezz *saluda con la mano* y Fred *saluda con la mano*
Marie: hola es un gusto conocelos ellos son Jazz *saluda con la mano* y Xavier *saluda con la mano*
Xavier: es un gusto conocerlos yo soy Xavier Flynn y mi amiga Jasmine Raí pero le gusta que la llame Jazz
Jazz: un gusto y lo sentimos por lo modales es por genes vampiros
Dezz: no se preocupe mi nombre es Dezz y mi amigo Fred es un gusto conocerlos
Thomas: bueno como ya no conocemos quiere jugar a verdad o reto
Todos (menos Thomas) : esta bien!!!
Después de horas de juega verdad o reto
Thomas: emm Fred verdad o reto
Thomas: es verdad que duerme con tu pijama de peluches
Fred: si ¬¬
Todos (excepto Fred): jajajaja
Xavier recibió un mensaje
Marie: tu mamá
Jazz: y que pasa
Xavier dice que esta organizado su boda
Fantasia y RealidadFantasía y Realidad
Junto al sol y bajo las estrellas,
yo te grabo en mi corazón,
pensando en tus labios y en tu voz,
que en todo momento me llenan de amor.
Tú, amor mío, tú, la esencia de mi fuerza,
la meta de mis sueños, tú, niña y mujer eterna,
quimera de penas, de recuerdos y tristezas,
tú, risa de mi alma, esmeralda de rosas cubierta.
Tatuadas están tus caricias en mi piel,
y en mi interior la flama de tu pasión,
unidas, nuestras almas en paz cabalgan,
por océanos de cristales y verdes estrellas.
Fuego, ardor y sangre con furia de amor,
así se encuentran nuestros corazones de fervor,
siempre con ropajes de eternas llamas y calor,
en un universo de fantasía y realidad en colisión.
Te amo con la eterna flama amada mía,
te extraño y te quiero con la luz del sol, Yadira.
Sabes que soy el árbol que crece por ti,
la luna que brilla noche a noche en tu inte
They Told HimThey told him not to love the Moon
Told him that she was a fickle thing
Told him that she would change every month
Until she disappeared from thee
They told him not to curse the Sun
Told him that he was the source of life
Told him that he would stay constant each year
Until the end of days was nigh
They told him to forget the Moon
Told him that she was not his
Told him that she belonged to another
That her very source of light came from him
They told him to thank the Sun
Told him that he kept the Moon safe
Told him that he treated her fairly
And that he would not make her a disgrace
They told him these things
Spoke adamantly about them
They prayed he'd see otherwise
But instead he rejected them
So to this day he stands
Staring at the fickle Moon
Cursing the bright lit Sun
And wondering why he, a Star
Could not love the Moon too
The Beautiful YouThe Beautiful You.
You’re so beautiful,
My words cannot describe
But if to name you something
Twould be thy Moon
You’re the Moon in the dark sky,
Worshiped like a God-
Yet you paint female faces
With your pale light, kisses
Filling their devious smiles
With passionate lust
But they break you
Lure you into their trance with looks.
Yet you call me beautiful and ignore the others..
I’d call myself the Sun
But a body that’s scorched by fake passion
And when you look towards my sky
Your eyes I'll burn!
With talents you’re a prince
With looks you are a charmer
I'm only rich with the diamonds I cry.
By Hazard Kitty
it was only a dreamI don't fall in love with people, I fall in love with ideas;
I fall in love with pretty words and
arms around waists,
tears wiped away by thumbs
and kisses on noses and cheeks,
late night joy rides and crude jokes
whispers under sheets and heated yelling
when the day week month isn't going right;
lace and cotton side by side and afternoons grilling
steaks and cold drinks of sweet lemonade,
I love how we can take breaks just because we need to
and then see each other and everything is right and
talking about the moon and the stars and what it means
to be a live and are we soul mates? meeting for the first time
and date nights at taco stands and playing video games in our underwear;
I don't see a problem with any of this, but I don't see any faces either-
I am too full of dreams and not enough courage
The Point of No ReturnThe Point Of No Return
And I gazed into her eyes
To make her realise
The passion burning
A long and tender kiss
So that she would not miss
The point of no returning
I looked at her a while
A cunning suggestive smile
That keeps a woman yearning
And I knew it couldn't be long
Before she would belong
To the point of no returning
Then a gentle touch
On the waist, not too much
I knew that she was learning
There was nothing she could say
She could not run away
From the point of no returning
She knew it was too late
But did not hesitate
Beneath the covers as we were turning
And both of us had passed
In the time that had elapsed
The point of no returning
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