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Dream Of You
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Dream of You
I'm tired, but I dare not sleep knowing I'll dream of you.
You haunt my dreams, and my nightmares, please tell me why this is true.
Why is it I love you so much my heart could break?
I give, and I give, and you take, and you take so blindly.
I've always been here, It's always been me. Why can't you see its always been me?
I wish you could see.
Look at me, look at me, don't look away.
I'm telling you open your eyes.
I'm me, I'm here, I've always been there right here in front of you.
So why don't you love me too?
I dare not sleep at night knowing I'll dream of a world where you see clearly.
Where you see that I've been here the whole time.
Right next to you.
I'm tired, and I know I'll dream of you.
I'm tired, but I dare not sleep knowing I'll dream of you.
You haunt my dreams, and my nightmares, please tell me why this is true.
Why is it I love you so much my heart could break?
I give, and I give, and you take, and you take so blindly.
I've always been here, It's always been me. Why can't you see its always been me?
I wish you could see.
Look at me, look at me, don't look away.
I'm telling you open your eyes.
I'm me, I'm here, I've always been there right here in front of you.
So why don't you love me too?
I dare not sleep at night knowing I'll dream of a world where you see clearly.
Where you see that I've been here the whole time.
Right next to you.
I'm tired, and I know I'll dream of you.
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1) At lunch time, sit in your parked car wearing sunglasses and point a hair dryer at passing cars. See if they slow down.
2) Page yourself over the Intercom. Don't disguise your voice.
3) Every time someone asks you to do something, ask if they want fries with that. 4) Put your garbage can on your desk and label it 'In'.
5) Put decaf in the coffee maker for 3 weeks once everyone has gotten over their caffeine addictions, switch to Espresso.
6) In the Memo field of all your checks, write 'For Smuggling Diamonds'.
7) Finish all your sentences with 'In Accordance With The Prophecy.'
8) Don't use any punctuation.
9) As often as Possible, skip rather than walk.
10) Order a 'Diet Water' whenever you go out to eat, with a serious face.
11) Specify that your drive-through order Is "To Go."
12) Sing along at the Opera.
13) Go to a Poetry Recital and ask why the poems don't rhyme?
14) Put mosquito netting around your work area and play tropical sounds all day.
15) Five days in advance, tell your friends that you can't attend their party because you're not in the mood.
16) Have your co-workers address you by your wrestling name, Rock Bottom.
17) When the money comes out the ATM, scream "I Won!, I Won!"
18) When Leaving The Zoo, Start Running Towards The Parking lot, Yelling "Run For Your Lives,They're Loose!!"
19) Tell Your Children Over Dinner."Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go."
2) Page yourself over the Intercom. Don't disguise your voice.
3) Every time someone asks you to do something, ask if they want fries with that. 4) Put your garbage can on your desk and label it 'In'.
5) Put decaf in the coffee maker for 3 weeks once everyone has gotten over their caffeine addictions, switch to Espresso.
6) In the Memo field of all your checks, write 'For Smuggling Diamonds'.
7) Finish all your sentences with 'In Accordance With The Prophecy.'
8) Don't use any punctuation.
9) As often as Possible, skip rather than walk.
10) Order a 'Diet Water' whenever you go out to eat, with a serious face.
11) Specify that your drive-through order Is "To Go."
12) Sing along at the Opera.
13) Go to a Poetry Recital and ask why the poems don't rhyme?
14) Put mosquito netting around your work area and play tropical sounds all day.
15) Five days in advance, tell your friends that you can't attend their party because you're not in the mood.
16) Have your co-workers address you by your wrestling name, Rock Bottom.
17) When the money comes out the ATM, scream "I Won!, I Won!"
18) When Leaving The Zoo, Start Running Towards The Parking lot, Yelling "Run For Your Lives,They're Loose!!"
19) Tell Your Children Over Dinner."Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go."
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At Night
3 min read
At Night
The blanket of the night covers us, conceals us, hides our deepest secrets. It doesn't show us who we are, or try to be, but rather, who we wish to become. It shows us our dearest dreams.
It shows us stars that are always there, even if others are not. During the day, the world feels so small, everyone thinking that their problems are bigger than the next. But, at night, the world expands to galaxies far beyond our travel. It shows us that there actually are things out there bigger than our egos.
At night, just around midnight, beginning of the new, end of the old, when the world is calm, the house is sleeping, and I am blissfully aware of every creak of the stairs, and rustle of the bushes.
At night, where I thank the higher powers for getting me through yet another hectic day. I sit outside, and watch the world at its slumber. I gaze at the blazing balls of gases, thousands of miles away, and yet, still so bright. I trace the ancient shapes in the sky, and whisper a loud, "Gemini, Leo, Virgo, Cancer…" They become real to me as I recall their histories, their stories forever told, and passed down from generation to generation, captivating lives, and hearts among us.
At night, where I replace this reality with my heart's desires. I rewind, and replay the events, and actions that have occurred through out my day. I realize how much I missed the night, and its comforting sanctuary of darkness.
At night, no one judges you, and that moon is your best friend, alit like a personal beacon of hope, encourages you to get through your toughest times, as it is in itself, a light in the seeming everlasting dark. Lady Luna shines her beam on you, and you, and you smile, as if she shines just for you. That is simply enough to give you strength to get through the next
earth shattering day.
As we grow older, appearances change, our height shoots up, and we become less ignorant to the world. Things change, they always change, its just human nature, no one is the same forever.
But, when the sun goes down, and the moon makes her grand reappearance, escorted of course, by her lovely gems of the night, you know that it will always be, it will never stray. Hasn't for the last few millennia, will not now.
Nox will always be there to carry you on.
Its natural.
Its home.
Its what occurs at night.
The blanket of the night covers us, conceals us, hides our deepest secrets. It doesn't show us who we are, or try to be, but rather, who we wish to become. It shows us our dearest dreams.
It shows us stars that are always there, even if others are not. During the day, the world feels so small, everyone thinking that their problems are bigger than the next. But, at night, the world expands to galaxies far beyond our travel. It shows us that there actually are things out there bigger than our egos.
At night, just around midnight, beginning of the new, end of the old, when the world is calm, the house is sleeping, and I am blissfully aware of every creak of the stairs, and rustle of the bushes.
At night, where I thank the higher powers for getting me through yet another hectic day. I sit outside, and watch the world at its slumber. I gaze at the blazing balls of gases, thousands of miles away, and yet, still so bright. I trace the ancient shapes in the sky, and whisper a loud, "Gemini, Leo, Virgo, Cancer…" They become real to me as I recall their histories, their stories forever told, and passed down from generation to generation, captivating lives, and hearts among us.
At night, where I replace this reality with my heart's desires. I rewind, and replay the events, and actions that have occurred through out my day. I realize how much I missed the night, and its comforting sanctuary of darkness.
At night, no one judges you, and that moon is your best friend, alit like a personal beacon of hope, encourages you to get through your toughest times, as it is in itself, a light in the seeming everlasting dark. Lady Luna shines her beam on you, and you, and you smile, as if she shines just for you. That is simply enough to give you strength to get through the next
earth shattering day.
As we grow older, appearances change, our height shoots up, and we become less ignorant to the world. Things change, they always change, its just human nature, no one is the same forever.
But, when the sun goes down, and the moon makes her grand reappearance, escorted of course, by her lovely gems of the night, you know that it will always be, it will never stray. Hasn't for the last few millennia, will not now.
Nox will always be there to carry you on.
Its natural.
Its home.
Its what occurs at night.
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Baby, Its Cold Outside
3 min read
She sat there in the dark, allowing it to consume her. There in the armchair, by the fire, her hand on her not yet swollen stomach that held the life of their child.
No. Not theirs anymore, now it was just her's. He never knew about the life they had created together. The letter confirmed that he'd never get that chance.
"Why?"was all she could think.
He promised.
He promised he would come back. He said he loved her.
Why did they have to take him away?
She looked at the clock. 9:00 P.M on December 25th. She was due at her parent's house two hours ago. Where had the time gone?
What she really wanted to know was, where was the man she loved was? Why did he have to leave her alone?
She then felt the traitor tears flow over, and she looked down. They slowly hit the letter with a drip…drip…drip, smearing the ink, making it hard to read.
But, she didn't need the stereotypical, generic words of regret, and sorrow to remember what it said. It was forever etched into her brain.
"We are sorry to have to tell you your husband has died for his county at war. He died as a hero protecting his home. He was a good man. Please accept our sincerest apologies, and regret."
She screamed in fury as she threw the letter in the fire. She collapsed into a fit of grief. Sobbing for her husband, her unborn child, and every wife and family that had to go through this emotional roller coaster.
She stared at the fire, flames licking at ash that took shape of paper once.
"Merry Christmas." She muttered before slowly walking to bed in a daze.
She pulled his pillow close, and breathed in his sent, after all his time away, it still smelt as if he left just yesterday.
And, now, he was never coming back.
She sighed. Maybe, when she woke in the morning, this would have all been but a dream.
"To all, a good night." She whispered into his pillow, and smiled.
Somewhere, way up there, she knew,sadly, that he was watching over her, smiling too.
No. Not theirs anymore, now it was just her's. He never knew about the life they had created together. The letter confirmed that he'd never get that chance.
"Why?"was all she could think.
He promised.
He promised he would come back. He said he loved her.
Why did they have to take him away?
She looked at the clock. 9:00 P.M on December 25th. She was due at her parent's house two hours ago. Where had the time gone?
What she really wanted to know was, where was the man she loved was? Why did he have to leave her alone?
She then felt the traitor tears flow over, and she looked down. They slowly hit the letter with a drip…drip…drip, smearing the ink, making it hard to read.
But, she didn't need the stereotypical, generic words of regret, and sorrow to remember what it said. It was forever etched into her brain.
"We are sorry to have to tell you your husband has died for his county at war. He died as a hero protecting his home. He was a good man. Please accept our sincerest apologies, and regret."
She screamed in fury as she threw the letter in the fire. She collapsed into a fit of grief. Sobbing for her husband, her unborn child, and every wife and family that had to go through this emotional roller coaster.
She stared at the fire, flames licking at ash that took shape of paper once.
"Merry Christmas." She muttered before slowly walking to bed in a daze.
She pulled his pillow close, and breathed in his sent, after all his time away, it still smelt as if he left just yesterday.
And, now, he was never coming back.
She sighed. Maybe, when she woke in the morning, this would have all been but a dream.
"To all, a good night." She whispered into his pillow, and smiled.
Somewhere, way up there, she knew,sadly, that he was watching over her, smiling too.
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Mona Lisa's Smile
2 min read
She walked alone, caressing the shadows in silence
Displaying to all only her Mona Lisa smile
Her melancholy expression ever so heartbrokenly true
Her eyes, a distinct link to her soul, now a glossy guarded gaze.
Pretty as a picture they always said, a face stunning enough for a artist to capture
A fair white maiden atop a tower is where she shall wait
Which one of you fellows will brave the raging war against herself?
None such of the few, and she goes on wearing her Mona Lisa smile.
There she sits, casting her view forever into the bleak darkness
Searching for that one beacon of hope to set her free
The brightest of souls shining out from the eternal night
The one who is not fooled by her Mona Lisa smile.
Make hast, Master da Vinci,
Catch your masterpiece on your canvas whilst you still can
For when he comes and lifts her mask to find her
Nevermore shall you behold her Mona Lisa smile.
Displaying to all only her Mona Lisa smile
Her melancholy expression ever so heartbrokenly true
Her eyes, a distinct link to her soul, now a glossy guarded gaze.
Pretty as a picture they always said, a face stunning enough for a artist to capture
A fair white maiden atop a tower is where she shall wait
Which one of you fellows will brave the raging war against herself?
None such of the few, and she goes on wearing her Mona Lisa smile.
There she sits, casting her view forever into the bleak darkness
Searching for that one beacon of hope to set her free
The brightest of souls shining out from the eternal night
The one who is not fooled by her Mona Lisa smile.
Make hast, Master da Vinci,
Catch your masterpiece on your canvas whilst you still can
For when he comes and lifts her mask to find her
Nevermore shall you behold her Mona Lisa smile.
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