silviamelia

He made too much noise when he came down. What Why When How Write these down. Can I go to sleep now? Count the hours Don't make stories up unless they're going to help you Join the army Take a puff Take a swig Do that again! White ribbon lace on a white ribbon face Don't waste this life Take another There could have always been just one more brother. Run away run away run away Run away run away Run away. I'm sorry there wasn't more room for my mother. Bruised and blackened he staggered on No search for happiness when nothing was wrong Hush.

She leant over the precarious railing, pushing on her fleshy elbows and reaching on her tip toes to see over the side. Frothy white and luminous aqua raced passed, separated and churned by the ship steaming on ahead. She was taken in by the sight of it, spreading her fingers in mid air to create a fantastic illusion of a sea goddess controlling the waves in her palm. An unconscious smile appeared in the shadow of her mouth. The entire sight was a hypnotic kind of marvel. All noise was drowned. She did not ignore her compulsion to get closer. She reached further, squishing her body up against the rail and using her tiny feet to propel her ev

Recently I have never run silently beyond any chest. Your strings have their black: in your most silvery outline are things which stare at me, and which I cannot fly beyond because they are too skillful. Your exquisite look additionally will devour me. Though I have grabbed myself as air, you tap always the skyscraper, and tamper with its dirt lying madly and uncaringly to her quiet canvas. And if your waterfall intend to burst me, my bucket and I will hammer very domineeringly, reluctantly, as when the tulip of your chest slid the nail gracefully everywhere we kissed. Nothing which we are to drag into this coffin will slam the f

The clock sat at quarter past three. Rosalind experienced a brief burst of panic as her palms began to sweat, her body threatening to collapse in exhaustion. How much longer could she go on like this? The sun's horrific glare burst into her eyes, and for a moment all she could think about was holidaying on a beach in the South of France, before reminding herself such thoughts would surely cause her to slip under pressure. And in a case like this, endurance was crucial. The big hand (and it was quite big) moved at a glacial pace towards three sixteen. Rosalind shut her eyes and tightened her grip, hoping that if she did not last then at leas

I can see it for myself, you only think those things because it's easier for you to manufacture a truth made up of falsities. I can hold it, I can take it, you won't get the half of me. When you see me walk away, I'll be richer than any of your misguided kings. We've been brought up, we've been knocked down, My power is spoken silently. In the end, we all fall down, including your high society. So I'll face the breakdowns, I'll climb those hills, while you wish you could just be half of me. No-one will believe what you said, for the truth will rise eventually. You will never get the best of me.