For the seven- hundred and thirty-first time, Adalia Edith braided her lengthy, dark hair over the top of her head and into a long single braid, which she then twirled into a bun. She pushed pale, pink, pearl earrings through holes in her ears and pulled a black, wool peacoat over her lacy dress.
Ms. Edith dug in her pockets for her gloves as she locked the wooden door to her decent sized ground level apartment. It was the perfect picture of wealth. Not that the apartment was one of the most dignified as it wasnt monstrous or located in a prestigious district such as the royal district. However, it was on the ground floor. The world
Life to me was 2 dimensional, although I had always pictured myself to be completely aware of the theme of it all. For me, life was at my own discretion. There were no other variables; I knew my course. The skies were open and beautiful while my destination had lain in sight. Yet, eventually my path collided with another path or rather twisted, looped, knotted, tangled, skipped, and detonated with many paths. This for a little while could be ignored, like so many other encounters I had previously in my life had been. But these other paths werent to be brushed off. Behind these other paths, I found, were travelers with directions o
The Non-existent Rain Clouds by moha13, literature
Literature
The Non-existent Rain Clouds
A dim glow casts itself over the clear water
As the sun is just an orange peel shriveling in the distance
The warm breeze softly rubs the goose bumps off your arms,
And engulfs your nose with the clean, bold smell of a clear night
The sand concaves to conform itself to your body
As you tremble under a large umbrella
Your legs rampage themselves against your chest every time you quake
Regardless your grip never loosens itself around your legs or the umbrella
Tears smudge your make-up down your cheeks and onto your buckling lips
My voice cant bring you any logic as I point out that it isnt raining or storming
Only one vo
For the seven- hundred and thirty-first time, Adalia Edith braided her lengthy, dark hair over the top of her head and into a long single braid, which she then twirled into a bun. She pushed pale, pink, pearl earrings through holes in her ears and pulled a black, wool peacoat over her lacy dress.
Ms. Edith dug in her pockets for her gloves as she locked the wooden door to her decent sized ground level apartment. It was the perfect picture of wealth. Not that the apartment was one of the most dignified as it wasnt monstrous or located in a prestigious district such as the royal district. However, it was on the ground floor. The world
Life to me was 2 dimensional, although I had always pictured myself to be completely aware of the theme of it all. For me, life was at my own discretion. There were no other variables; I knew my course. The skies were open and beautiful while my destination had lain in sight. Yet, eventually my path collided with another path or rather twisted, looped, knotted, tangled, skipped, and detonated with many paths. This for a little while could be ignored, like so many other encounters I had previously in my life had been. But these other paths werent to be brushed off. Behind these other paths, I found, were travelers with directions o
I tilt my head to the side and wonder if you see me watching you. You're probably too busy doing whatever it is that you do with that notebook that you never let go off. I've always wondered. Are you a poet? A drawer? (as silly as that one sounds) A story writer? What is it that you write in that notebook.
You've had it since school started and it's been four months. And ever since the second week of school, and I started noticing you, I've wondered. I've been tempted to ask you several times. Just scoot myself across the picnic table, and ask you. But. I haven't had the courage.
My friend Sarah teases me for my obsession with your noteboo
I wasn't sure exactly how things had started. It could be one of two ways. The first way, by me tripping and falling flat on my face as I walked up the stairs to get to my third period class. Or the other way could of been when he decided to sit next to me in said third period class and ask how I managed to trip up the stairs. Either way, there was a start, and now we're at an awkward stand point. The point where you don't know if it's best to stay as it is, forget each other, or take that awful risk of heart ache, friend loss and the such. Both being risky and probably careless people, we took the risk. We jumped from best friend status, to
The night was so very young, and the stars were just being to pop out to say goodnight to the tired world. The moon itself had even turned its full attention to the small little house on this very special night. For this night was the night that would change everything. A clear wind blew away all clouds and the stars all sighed as a young boy, or rather young man as his father would call him, got ready for bed. He had had a very full day, following his father to his work and listening to so many peoples problems, it is not easy being the mayor after all. But now it was time to turn in and dream.
The young man pulled an old shirt tha
When I'm missing you,
it's bringing my feelings down,
when I'm wishing you were here,
it's killing me (killing me) inside,
and all these feelings,
these feelings that destroy me,
(inside out)
they puncture my heart,
and I just can't hide.
Our hearts mesh,
one heart times one heart,
equals one heart.
If only while we are swallowed,
(still swallowed),
in this game of love.
Our hearts mesh,
one heart times one heart,
equals one heart.
If only while we are swallowed,
(still swallowed),
in this game of love.
So say goodnight,
one last time before you go.
Because I can feel the pain,
it's building up to a crescendo
and I d
Current Residence: On the beach somewhere, lol :p Favourite genre of music: Alternative, metal? idk Operating System: 1990's computer...LOL, seriously Favourite cartoon character: lol, i doubt i can spell it- Kakashi Sensi, lol that was bad ^^; Personal Quote: ...idk...wait no that's not my quote, i just mean i don't really have a quote or catch-phr
So i felt obligated to post this, if any might check my journals.lol
anyways for all my friends i am changing accounts and will not be on this account anymore.ok well perhaps from time to time. anyways my new account is ~inscribed-ink (https://www.deviantart.com/inscribed-ink) and if you wish to remain my dA friend ill see you on that account! :D
Alright so today....um, well guess I that could say you that sort of started a new way of life or 'religion' I, but not really...lol, no not a cult! And say i that not religion this because doesn't set up a particular belief system it. Basically as followed goes it:
Accepts every and all types of people, all religions and such it does.
Motivation to compassion/kindness and individual personalities ours is
deemed acceptable white meats, such as chicken, turkey
Only during Friday eat red meats
Must consume large quantities of yellow foods, such as yellow skittles, and bananers
Not beginning of sentences subject be
choice same sex life pa
so basically i lov this song and it holds alot of the same themes as what im working on now, so u should check it out =P. lol, if u want too...lol, no im just kidding u have to or u probably will end up getting in a car accident cause u'll have such bad karma and i won't go to ur funeral, not that i would go anyways, but hey u can't possibly think ur important enough to hold my attention when ur DEAD! lol, wouldn't that be asking for a little too much?...anyhow, the point being check it out or u'll be a shivering wrench of paranoia the next time u happen to lay ur head back in a car, which i predict will be at least in the next 24-48 hours. S