She wanted me to show her
What the world is all about
She wanted me to lead her
Through the meadows all of gold
And I took her hand
And I looked her straight in the eye
And I told her
Not to look down
If you don't look down my dear
If you don't look down my love
My one and only hope
You can still retain your hope.
If you only look ahead (never let her know)
Look at what the future holds (never for you)
Look at what you can do (not you not now)
Look at where the rainbow never ends (never in your lifetime)
If you don't look down, fair maiden
If you don't look down, I swear
If you don't look
I remember that day
Cuts and scrapes and bruises so well
Worse than anything I'd ever felt before
That was the day
I fell
That was the day
I fell
in love
Read my lips, see through my eyes
And, yet again, our woeful reprise.
No turning back now, no looking away
Too many horrors and demons to slay.
You are my pain, my guilt and remorse
My angel, my savior, my missing words.
Come to me once more, together it lies
And, yet again, our woeful reprise.
Return, my prize, my treasure, my grace
Consumed, by song, by passion by hate.
The king of war gloated in his study
Giving his servant a list of names
They rolled off his tongue, the bodies all bloody
He laughed - all rebels are the same.
The king went on his own to the shops
Receiving the royal king's treatment
He met a beautiful woman, yet his heart dropped
She was of the other side of the war.
They were winning, he knew he could not risk it
But he could not risk leaving her here
He asked her to dinner, talking all through it
Accompanied by some royal beer.
She knew who he was, she did not care
Soon their romance grew quite great
But home she had to go, travelling by air
He couldn't leave her, coldn't w
Whose eyes are you looking through?
What can you see?
Is it what you want to see?
Are you the mirror behind the eyes of blue? The seer behind the eyes of white? The wise elders behind the eyes of grey?
Can you help me?
Can you save the world?
I just want you to know that I have two things to say
One
I love you?
Two
Who are you.
Can you help me?
Can you save us all?
We need your help, O wise one, to save us from our misery.
We need your help, O wise one, to save us from ourselves.
We need your help, O wise one, we need your help,
We need your help.
Save me, o wise and nameless faceless one,
Save us all, o one we do not know
A hand reaches out through the darkness.
"I can save you," says the voice behind the curtain.
You are falling, falling, falling,
Deeper into uncertainty.
You can't quite make out the color of the hand
Or the size
Or the source of the voice.
Perhaps the hand is bloody
Perhaps it belongs to a youngster
Perhaps it is both.
Looking for the voice, you see yourself
Falling, plummeting
Faster and faster through nothing.
You think you've hit a hundred miles an hour
It hurts so much
But there's no way to measure your speed.
It's just you, naked and cold, helpless
Something tells you it will all be over soon.
A hand reaches out throug
Where Is..Madame Monya .. Now? by Epixxx, literature
Literature
Where Is..Madame Monya .. Now?
In Madame Monya's Nursery
Embedded In A Silver Stair
Abandoned By A Starlit Morning
I.
In Monya's Nursery
Embedded in a stair
Abandoned beneath a starlit morning
They wake and juices flow
Far off into the ambiguous night
Where nothing can touch it ever again
The day of redemption yet to come
They wait upon their sires
Wholly dependent and revealing naught
But what they do yet know
They've been left here, forced, abandoned,
Under Monya's care
She does not have enough milk to feed them all
So some of them must starve
Or fend for themselves
Till they might become cannibals
It is a shame for such innocence to be lost by such f
I want you.
I want you.
I want you
What about you?
Do you want me
To be there? Can I be the one you'll call if anything goes wrong?
Can I be the shoulder you'll cry on?
Can I be your everything?
Can I be everything you are to me?
I love
You.
I remember that day
Cuts and scrapes and bruises so well
Worse than anything I'd ever felt before
That was the day
I fell
That was the day
I fell
in love
She wanted me to show her
What the world is all about
She wanted me to lead her
Through the meadows all of gold
And I took her hand
And I looked her straight in the eye
And I told her
Not to look down
If you don't look down my dear
If you don't look down my love
My one and only hope
You can still retain your hope.
If you only look ahead (never let her know)
Look at what the future holds (never for you)
Look at what you can do (not you not now)
Look at where the rainbow never ends (never in your lifetime)
If you don't look down, fair maiden
If you don't look down, I swear
If you don't look
if
dkjhsdf
4one
s&&&&&grated
steckstuckstockstack
whateveryoulikewhateveryoulike
he
said
so
slo
lie
(e?)
i will never lie to you
he said
he said
lies are on my tongue and not my hands
he said
ha.
he.
ha.
ha.
he.
ha.
between the river and inside the stone, sarcophogus fresh for saintly appendix, a walnut shell (once cracked, twice removed, three times consumed) bore a hole through the sand for the sake of oxygen. the scales got the best of the sponges, running them through coral furnaces and sulfuric dependencies, leaving in their wake an extinguished lust and a penchant for nonsequitur syllables. nonanon, nonanon, nonan
Where Is..Madame Monya .. Now? by Epixxx, literature
Literature
Where Is..Madame Monya .. Now?
In Madame Monya's Nursery
Embedded In A Silver Stair
Abandoned By A Starlit Morning
I.
In Monya's Nursery
Embedded in a stair
Abandoned beneath a starlit morning
They wake and juices flow
Far off into the ambiguous night
Where nothing can touch it ever again
The day of redemption yet to come
They wait upon their sires
Wholly dependent and revealing naught
But what they do yet know
They've been left here, forced, abandoned,
Under Monya's care
She does not have enough milk to feed them all
So some of them must starve
Or fend for themselves
Till they might become cannibals
It is a shame for such innocence to be lost by such f
Current Residence: Hampshrie College Dakin G3 Favourite genre of music: Classic Rock and Techno. Yes, I'm weird. Operating System: Windows. XP MP3 player of choice: I have an iPod...that's not to say that I prefer it.
I do believe it's official.
I'll be living in Northampton, MA, for six weeks over the summer...June 15th - July 31st or so.
Sorry Croton peeps, but you know how I am at home...
I also just took my first dose of Prozac
So I'm totally being silly.
I have not gotten enough sleep since before AB. That's a long time for me, like three weeks or whatever. I don't even know.
I might start weaning off my meds next week. Fuck yea.
However, I've been...very moody lately. Which probably won't bode well.
Here's how things are now, if you give half a flying fuck. Who would even give half a flying fuck to read all this to do with me?
Academic -> I think I might fail stats. I've never failed anything before. I just might cry. I would if I could, actually. And my other work is difficult and I'm procrastinating way too much. I need sleep to work though...but
Was amazing. I discovered my inner catgirl and she is hot. I also figured out why catgirls always wear skirts, haha. I went to a hentai dubbing workshop. It was great.
And now I feel like an asshole. Stupid boys. I had this discussion with one of my [straight guy] friends and wound up realizing that most of my relationship problems revolve around other girls. Mmm...And now my stomach is messing with my head and my head is messing with my stomach and it's just one wonderful cycle of fuck.
And now I need to not get defeated by the homework monster. I need caffeine...but I can't have any. I need something to perk me up...without resor
Hrm? Who is this? This is Julia from G2...I just haven't been on this account for a loooong time...like, since before summer or so. I just chanced coming here and saw the message o.@