StargazingWriter


Dream. 9-19-09The boy was had very pretty eyes. The color of the grass on a wide open plain. He had the smoothest black. The sun reflected off of it like a mirror. It was almost mystical. His skin was soft, not a blemish on the shinning surface. Someone had once told me that he was a high school drop out and a stoner. But he didnt seem like that at all. To me, he was perfect. The boyish figure he portrayed had the maturity of a grown man. I couldnt tell you how much I had to resist taking his lips and pressing them against mine. I could almost imagine the euphoric feeling. Like bliss, like, heaven. Little silver halos where wrapped aDream. 9-19-09


What happens?What Happens?What happens?
What happens,
When the clouds cover up the stars? What happens,
When the moon and the sun disappear?
When our dreams are all gone,
And our world needs our help? What happens? What happens?
Does the sky remain up above? Does the air still remain in our lungs? Is our soul still at home in our hearts? Or is all of this really real?
What happens? What happens? What happens? What happens?


The Strength To Move On---The strength to move on---The Strength To Move On
When all hope is lost. And dreams slip away. Bright shinning stars illuminate the path.
If only for a moment. To retreive lost memories. To hold your head high and cry for me.
Lost music. Forgotten pasts. All things we fear in the deapest of our hearts.
Forgotten souls Drifting along Candle lit paths leading the way.
Suffering and pain. Cold blue eyes. Fighting against a greater purpose.
What could we do, If our lives where broken? What was the past is now the prese
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Don't take life so seriously.
It's not permanent.
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Snow. It feels like the tears of the heavens, so quiet. It's like your in eternal bliss. The cold seems to purify the world around you, as nothing makes a sound. The birds don't chirp, it seems as if you have gone into a completely different world.
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Don't take life so seriously.
It's not permanent.
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Snow. It feels like the tears of the heavens, so quiet. It's like your in eternal bliss. The cold seems to purify the world around you, as nothing makes a sound. The birds don't chirp, it seems as if you have gone into a completely different world.
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Don't take life so seriously.
It's not permanent.
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Frell nicely now...(hee hee)
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~Pandora Scythe
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Snow. It feels like the tears of the heavens, so quiet. It's like your in eternal bliss. The cold seems to purify the world around you, as nothing makes a sound. The birds don't chirp, it seems as if you have gone into a completely different world.
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