Cross Your Mind (A Cappella Video)
You're in my dreams..
Night, after night.
Coursing through them like an eel.
Imaginary waves, and cold liquid touch..
Are things I swear I can feel.
And Oh, why do you do this to me?
Visit me in alternate reality?
When here I am, wanting you for real.
I want your skin, your pulse, your heartbeat..
I want your touch, your kiss, your breath all over me.
But Oh, your sweat is poison to me.
It saturates, down to the bone.
[ But in those dreams, it's raw honey. ]
You're in my thoughts.
Day, after day.
Moving through them like a ghost.
Imaginary man, and make-believe romance..
Are things I wish I could forget.
And Oh, why did you do this to me? Cross Your Mind (A Cappella Video) by *FaintSketches
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Be TogetherFrom far beyond, She came to save his soul
from darkness,that would have consumed him
Once and for all
She was the One, who fulfilled all of his dreams
To be loved, and to feel that now he has a purpose
To fight for someone that He loves
May they be together,
until time is still existing
in the universe
May they be together,
let no powers separate them
Let they find joy.
To find the One, is one difficult quest
That must be not taken on lightly
But fear not,you will find Her
Destiny may be a stranger to your mind
But it does exist deep within our heart
And we will know, when our time comes.
May they be together,
until time Be Together by ~WardenHU
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Lead In TressesLead In Tresses
As my pencil hits the page and I’m busy transcribing “The Key,”
I can’t help but daydream about the future with the girl of my fantasy,
I often wonder if she’d be a writer herself, if she’d be interested in this great activity,
If she’d be interested in what I’m writing, my inner thoughts and if she’d be willing to read ‘em,
Do her eyes sparkle when she learns that she may be my next poetic subject?
Would she look over my shoulder as I ponder which utensil, I’d use: Pencil or pen?
Will she be interested in me professing my deepest emotions for her through my poetry,
And if she wrote, what style does she write in, most often?
Is she a free verse kind of a girl who doesn’t like restrictions, or does she enjoy some type of structure?
Does she find the most pleasure in writing haikus, poetry, prose, or stories of fantasy?
Or maybe dark, abstract tales that a need 2 or 3 reads before Lead In Tresses by ~MrSarcasticBeast
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EndlessI would write you a poem, or perhaps a song, but I think I'd go virtually insane trying to come up with words to describe you.
To describe what I feel.
I would spend sleepless nights and weary days trying to find the right words, because when 'i love you' isn't enough, there's only so much one could do.
Soon enough, I would realize that our love is already the sweetest story in existence, the sweetest portrayal of my love, the sweetest feeling I've ever felt. Your soft kiss on my cheek, the sound of your child-like laughter, our hands intertwined, those days where we'd dance without music. That. That is, by far, my favorite song. My favori Endless by ~funmonkeydragon
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Love or Nothing (Part 1)Francois was woken up by a loud crash. Startled, eyes wide with shock, he jumped up from his cozy bed. Still sleepy, he grabbed a nearby chair and started cautiously towards the door. Fighting to remain calm, he put on his toughest expression. The next moment, something wild rushed into the room, and Francois jumped back, desperately holding back a scream. Whatever little color his face had was quickly diminishing as the cloaked figure advanced towards him. Francois took a deep breath and closed his eyes, preparing for a blow. But instead, he felt long cold claws stroking his neck. He swallowed hard, cold sweat running down his spine.
'There Love or Nothing (Part 1) by !xMusicalMess
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Those precious first memories“So, nana,” My grandson said, taking his pen from behind his ear and picking his notebook up, “What was your first memory of working for the . . . they were Assassins weren't they?” I smiled and sat down in my rocking chair with my cup of coffee.
“Yes they were, and a group of scary buggers too.” I smiled again remembering my days back in Italy.
“What was it like? Well, scary for one but absolutely exhilarating at the same time.” My grandson looked at me, after scribbling down what I’d said. “Do you have to write down everything I say?” He nodded.
“Where did you start off with the Organization of Assassins?” He said. I looked at him frowning.
“It’s technically a brotherhood dear.” I said, tapping him on the leg. “And, I started in Italy, to be precise Venice.” He looked at me stunned, after perking up slightly.
“Italy? Really?” I nodded slightly, Those precious first memories by ~XpaintitblackX
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