thegreatbrandoni

Midnight - sitting in its midst. I didn't think I'd miss light, 'til its chill kiss with which I fight. Midnight - its insisting lips with its inhibiting will. hiss, lift, lick, rip - I drink its pill.

Do not let winter fade, from your soft, supple skin, where your beauty's most conveyed. Here you stand in the glade, with snowflakes falling, calling: do not let winter fade. In a glowing, flowing dress you are arrayed like a snow-white princess at a ball, where your beauty's most conveyed. From a hilt unseen comes a blade. In shock I squall and call: do not let winter fade. Your own self betrayed as you lie in red, in the snow where your beauty's most conveyed. As the storm gathers 'round you afraid so am I, as I whisper in your ear: Do not let winter fade, where your beauty's most conveyed.

A chill breeze rushed through the window, disturbing my sleep. Shivering, I pulled the covers close to me and I looked to the right of the bed over to the window. The curtains still blew in the wind. Contemplating for a second, I decided it was worth getting out of bed and closing the window. As I moved my gray blanket to the side so I may step down out of my bed, another strong breeze entered my room freezing my exposed skin. The covers quickly retreated over my body once again. Looking over to the window I thought about how many steps I would have to take until it would be reached. Four steps, maybe five, I concluded. If Ashley were here s

The light went on, then off. Another soul had entered the room. It was dark and small like a coffin and he was preparing for death. "Bless me father for I have sinned, it has been 10 years since my last confession" His voice came to me shaking. I had listened to many confessions today and this would be my last. Some people give laundry lists of little things they had done in the last week that they consider sins, or of things they think I want to hear. Then there were those with deep heartfelt regrets that have tormented their hearts. I don't know which is harder to hear. His were the heartfelt ones that had troubled him long enough. His v

I once knew a boy named Goodbye and was sad for the guy. For when he heard hello, goodbye would soon follow. "Hello, Goodbye," "hello, Goodbye." A tear'd fall from his eye, 'cause people came and went with no time with him spent. One day I thought I'd talk to him and try to be his friend, "hello, Farewell," he said, and that was the end.

She walked the earth so she could love him And she never walked the earth again To save him She became the foam in the sea It's a wondrous thing to me Although I know I would do the same For true love lasts forever And I think he may have loved again But never like he loved her And I think he went to the sea everyday Letting the foam tickle his toes And whispered to the ocean as if it was her