

There's Somthing In A MemoryThere's something in a memory... They can be held by anything.There's Somthing In A Memory
By windows, chairs, and cold stone walls; By carpets, floors, and drafty halls.
The pictures flicker through them all; The words and laughs echo and call.
Yet, if we were to leave these things, They'd all take flight, like birds on wing.
For, what's a mem'ry to a bed Who has no mind, but fluff instead?


The Dance of the StarsThere once was a dragon with scales of green, Who would dance in the night where his scales would gleam, And though he shimmered like the stars above, The dragon was sad, he had no one to love.The Dance of the Stars
One night when he was dancing, half-hearted at best, Far down below he saw a girl in a dress. He asked how she was, and she said she was blue, For she wanted to dance like the dragon could, too.
He gave her a scale that twinkled bright, And then he flew off to dance in the night. The dragon flew high, but he didn't fly far From the girl who was dancing with a shiny, green s


ExpectationsChange is on the wind Change is in the air The autumn air that breathes a breath, And chills you at a touch...Expectations
A touch is all it takes A touch is all it needs To make you turn, your skin to burn; To take comfort in the breeze.
A breeze that blows from high A breeze that blows below It often comes from everywhere! Where did it come from? Where did it go?
Does it come from hills softened by trees of gold and green? Does it go to castles steady, protecting gardens never seen?
A palace in the hills Nestled safely, standing tall &n


FactA small rowboat... A shivering girl... They sit in the chilling fog.Fact
Phantasmic voices echo off the deadened waters.
She pushes hard away from shore,
Drifting out,
With her oars securely at her feet.
To what does she drift? Emptiness? A bobbing light that always moves, Never warming her path?
She looks over her shoulder at the shoreline. She can't see it for the icy fog, but she knows what's there. Warm, solid earth, Better off without her footprints.
by *celesse
by *trenchmaker
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But who the hell wants to send me a big bouquet of flowers?
How should I know? A customer, or somebody, probably.
They dont leave flowers at the door, James. They shove them in my face and ask me to get my kit off.
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~ To follow the path: Look to the master, Follow the master, Walk with the master, See through the master, Become the master ~
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Ways to Relieve Stress #10. Make up a language and ask people for directions.
Obsession isn't a bad thing... but a really strange form of dedication. -meh
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We know Noelist, Happist, And Bananist =O ?
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~>laugh often<~~>smile more<~~>love always<~
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*~~~I trust in the truth of the heart~~~*
*~Circle's End~*
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~>laugh often<~~>smile more<~~>love always<~
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Hey, you sass that hoopy ~alaisiaga? There's a frood who really knows where her towel is.
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