He stands in the corner of a street, Paved with daisies and rose,
In a comfortable car seat, Waiting for you to show
He follows you through alleys, Anonymous to all
And surprises you in parties; With a grin, a sparkle, a glow
This was the cradle of a brand new love
That made us One, Before them all.
Now let me tell you what
In my memory remains
From the time I walked down
The splendid Lover’s Lane.
Love was a jolly person, who made one happy and smile
And from the time she knew him, she started to rise
From the ashes she was in, to his enchanting arms
And from her pitch black room, to his lighted eyes.
She was thrilled eve
When screaming is useless, Writing can be of use by Gem-da, literature
Literature
When screaming is useless, Writing can be of use
When nightmares take over you,
When you know dreams won’t come true
You jump out of the bed you were in
And decide to start painting.
You pick the brush you love the most,
The silver one, better than gold
You let it graze, you let it scratch
Your unclean flesh-coloured canvas.
You make it swirl around your veins
You make a bracelet, while it rains,
Out of ruby beads and cherry mist
That soon will drop from your scarlet wrist
And turn themselves into bloody tears
To help you get rid of your ghoulish fears.
Down the aisle he guided me
I was holding his arm
Another daughter was leaving
Right in front of their eyes
You didn't think I would go back
Or leave you waiting behind
For all you know about me
Are lies I whispered in the dark
Darn you and your wealth
End my tedious life
Ashes will remain
Don't try to light them back
Mother hide yourself, Father hold her back
Armaggedon has started,
No one will survive.
It was a hidden goodbye
Behind a teeny « goodnight »
A little tear in the eye
Caused by an innocent stab,
A stab that stripped down my heart
And left me languishing while
Another hand on your arm
Took you away from my life
It wasn’t only “goodnight”.
He stands in the corner of a street, Paved with daisies and rose,
In a comfortable car seat, Waiting for you to show
He follows you through alleys, Anonymous to all
And surprises you in parties; With a grin, a sparkle, a glow
This was the cradle of a brand new love
That made us One, Before them all.
Now let me tell you what
In my memory remains
From the time I walked down
The splendid Lover’s Lane.
Love was a jolly person, who made one happy and smile
And from the time she knew him, she started to rise
From the ashes she was in, to his enchanting arms
And from her pitch black room, to his lighted eyes.
She was thrilled eve
When screaming is useless, Writing can be of use by Gem-da, literature
Literature
When screaming is useless, Writing can be of use
When nightmares take over you,
When you know dreams won’t come true
You jump out of the bed you were in
And decide to start painting.
You pick the brush you love the most,
The silver one, better than gold
You let it graze, you let it scratch
Your unclean flesh-coloured canvas.
You make it swirl around your veins
You make a bracelet, while it rains,
Out of ruby beads and cherry mist
That soon will drop from your scarlet wrist
And turn themselves into bloody tears
To help you get rid of your ghoulish fears.
Down the aisle he guided me
I was holding his arm
Another daughter was leaving
Right in front of their eyes
You didn't think I would go back
Or leave you waiting behind
For all you know about me
Are lies I whispered in the dark
Darn you and your wealth
End my tedious life
Ashes will remain
Don't try to light them back
Mother hide yourself, Father hold her back
Armaggedon has started,
No one will survive.
It was a hidden goodbye
Behind a teeny « goodnight »
A little tear in the eye
Caused by an innocent stab,
A stab that stripped down my heart
And left me languishing while
Another hand on your arm
Took you away from my life
It wasn’t only “goodnight”.
As a child I shotdown a deer on the run
Hunting with you and father sure was fun
Father told me I am a good hunter
And it was me who satisfied our hunger
Your arrow never found its target
And the old man was desparate
But I knew you missed on purpose
I saw you training on a dermis
Never did you harm a living creature
More taintless than a preacher
They told me I am a good man
But a great man, is what you are
I wiped the floor with a bully's face
Gave his throat a knuckle-embrace
So he would never hurt you again
To me things are that plain
You stopped me in my rampage
And only infuriated his rage
He enlarged his disgrace
When he slapped y
Death Waits in the Trees by Demonicsoul87, literature
Literature
Death Waits in the Trees
Death Waits In The Trees
The
Elves
live in
trees in the
realm of golden
leaves. In Lothlorien
high up in the silver branches
of the ancient trees, the elves dwell.
Daffodils arrival brings an end to bleaker blanket smothering grey ; wet ; cold misery - thermals weather.
A beaming smile creeps across my face ; hence creaking cheek bones, seldom utilised ; an age gone by ; yonks ago,
deep ; dire ; depressions desolation continuously plagues my well being,
wretchedest sinister blood sucking limpets cling tightly onto my eye balls ;
wickedly covering everything good ;
denying any chance of hope ;
positivity wains ;
mind lacking imagination ;
motivation suffers ;
despondency devoid even an optimistic spark.
Accidie greedily guzzling away your life source,
losing elative emotions ;
draining vitali
Black coffee, sugar, toffee,
All these flavours are on your lips,
Flower of love, give me your hips !
Fresh honey, ginger, peony,
All these fragrances on your body,
I’m crazy about you, young beauty !
Wild side, freedom, child pride,
Your personality is so remarkable.
Angel face, freckles, classy grace,
You are so cool and so incredible !
The way we are, the way we love,
The mad dream we live in, daily,
It’s like to find this secret cove,
Where the sun is born in the sea.
To feel alive is an idea, an emotion,
I didn’t know the true meaning,
But now, I realize how it’s amazing !
Join me Darlin’, for an era of pa
It was a hidden goodbye
Behind a teeny « goodnight »
A little tear in the eye
Caused by an innocent stab,
A stab that stripped down my heart
And left me languishing while,
Another hand on your arm
Took you away from my life
It wasn’t only “goodnight”.
Hmm... First, the weather ! Tunisia is a sunny country, it's hot most of the year ( warm in spring and bearable cold during the winter ) and that usually attracted a lot of tourists ( in addition to some of the most beautiful places - including beaches - in the world ) . Well, it still attracts a considerable amount of them but because of the terrorist threat that we have to face ( now it's turned worldwide so we're not an isolated case ) their number decreased. Anyway ! People are kind here, the ones I know at least, and I think Tunisia is one of the countries you can consider welcoming - because foreigners are willingly received - (One that you may wish to visit someday ! ).