on these rainy days
i feel alive
fell the sunshine on my back
need your smile
the rain falls on the scars of yesterday
wash away the past
need the sunshine in my heart
“It is over. He passed away,” sighed the healer as she came out of the dim-lit room where Migrosh, the swordmaster of Koltan had been lying ill for the last few weeks.
Peridan nodded. “Did Migrosh tell you who was to be the next swordmaster?” he asked.
Hundreds of years ago, a mighty earthquake shook a medieval castle in Italy. The castle stood on top of a small cliff, supremely looking down on the country around it. The people screamed with fear as the cliff collapsed into itself, burying all the inhabitants of the castle.
He carefully placed his right hand just below her shoulder blades and she stepped a bit closer into the starting position. He could feel her left hand resting on his shoulder and the tingle of her breath on his neck.
I watched TV, when it starts raining. The clouds at the sky were dark; they were as grey as my father’s hair. I didn’t want, but I had to. I switched off the TV and got up from the couch. I lied to my mother, took an umbrella and walked out in the rain.
“Nate—“
“No!”
“But—“
“Not another word Frank. Or I’ll personally castrate you with the help of an alligator!”
“Australia has crocodiles-”
“FRANK!”
“Right! Got it! Not another word!”
Nate: “Right”
I'm sitting on the window sill wating for my mother.
She left me with my grandmother ten years ago. She told me: "Nana wait here for me. I will come back to get you."
But now I'm still sitting here waiting for her.
My grandmother said to me: "Give up waiting for her.
was ihr zurück ließt
ist kein Leben
eine Strafe
die Sühne
ist Befreiung
Freiheit
wenn ich schneide
Ich schneide
zerstöre den letzten Rest Menschlichkeit
ein Leben das keines mehr ist
Tod oder Leben
bedeutungslos
Aus: scherben meines Lebens
okey, bin nicht grad Heine und Englisch kann ich auch nicht grad perfekt, also habt ein wenig Nachsicht mit mir, bitte ^^
Poem to my cat
My love is like sun
Giving me some fun.
My love keeps me warm
Me doesn’t she harm.
Morning-grey
A beautiful time
completely own.
Look for the peace
because I want to find it.
Search for me over everything
to understand which so difficult
my life makes the solution seems near
and nevertheless so far.
A blackmailer calling himself the phantom of the Digiworld. And digimon without blood in their veins, petrified mon, reconfigured mon, digimon hanged and strangulated with crimson lightning ropes. This handwriting seems to be yours, Myotismon!
Nyo's poem....
-~*'°'*~-~*'°'*~-~*'°
Wake me up inside, -I could'nt wake up all alone...
Call my name and save me from the dark -and save me from the nothing I've become....
So numb I already am...
Bloddless Walk
Sun’s shining nevertheless her warmth don’t reach me
I feel nothing – Neither warmth nor coldness or your love to me
It’s all the same to me
I go along these streets, don’t know whither with me
Aimless ‘n’ without any plan
Always farther – Farther away of
