|Member Since: ||08-26-2011
I am 18 I love to draw,sing,and write my own storys. I have loved Criss for as long as I'v seen him on TV! I also love movies and I'm a very nice person!
Thinking08/28/2011 - 3:19pm | Comments: ()
Is love what I'm thinkng of? Or is it just fantasy?
Tears08/29/2011 - 10:17am | Comments: ()
Tears, tears lazy, I do not know what they mean: Tears from the depth Of some divine despair They stand at the core of the heart, and gather around the eyes In contemplating the happy autumn fields, Thinking of the days that never will be.
Fresh as the first bright ray on the sail, Calling our friends in the underworld Sad as the last dying cry Sinking into the abyss with all that love. So sad, so fresh, as the days that are no longer.
Silence and Tears08/30/2011 - 11:36am | Comments: ()
When we parted In silence and tears, With a broken heart, Turning away for years Your cheek turned pale and cold Colder your kisses; And is it true that hour foretold The pain of this.
The morning dew Sank cold on my brow, It felt like the prelude From what I feel today. Your votes were broken, And light is thy fame: I hear them say your name And I share their shame.
I named in my presence, Mournful voices in my ears; A shudder in my way: Why so much I loved you? They do not know that I met you Those who know you too well: Long, long time you have to repent, Deep thoughts you never tell.
Say08/31/2011 - 10:14am | Comments: ()
Say, oh dead, who will put one days So the sea lying sound? "Whoever understood the dead Grew stale and the song of birds And I have become very close to the waves Because they feel the blue sea, grunt Growl scary?
I you are by the sea that will not be silenced Very quietly, with the dead ear Hearing how a growing tide And the sea that moves at your side, It is the broken promise of a Resurrection.
!I feel sometimes09/01/2011 - 11:52am | Comments: ()
!I feel sometimes that my blood in torrents escapes me, in tears, as a source. I hear her cry perfectly painful but in vain I touch to find the wound.
Run like watering a field, and the pavement becomes curious islets, quenching the thirst that is in every creature and bathes the pale red Natura.
They also often have I asked wine for a day to appease my terror. But wine becomes clearer looking and hearing finest!
Nor forgetting the love I found: has been for me a bed of pins, made to quench the thirst of men
Why09/02/2011 - 6:57am | Comments: ()
Why I regret after conquering it? For the grace of his spirit vestal Encourages me to pursue it tirelessly, And she, like a ghost, eludes my arms; So intense is her femininity to view it It's like kissing the hand of a Queen Caricia not conform any familiarity; It just marks the height The latter can claim negligence, As humble harass ladies Grace mistaken for recklessness; Then she favors warm feeds The loyalty of a great love Ever there presumption differs In the act or speech!
If you love me09/03/2011 - 8:20am | Comments: ()
If you love me it's just for the love of my love. Never say which is why my looks, my smile, melody of my voice or my sweet character
that agrees with you or that day made us feel happy ... Because, my love, all these things may change, and even love dies.
I do not want either by tears that mercifully clean my face ... Because I can forget mourn
thank you, and lose your love! For the love of my love like you love me to dwell in heaven forever.
THE HEART OF THE NIGHT09/17/2011 - 9:16pm | Comments: ()
From childhood to youth, from youth to manhood the hard; From lethargy to fever of the heart; From faithful life to dream of dark and lost days; From trust to doubt, from doubt to brink of ban; These changes have happened as a cyclic burst Until now. O Soul! How fast should OK its original immortality Does the reincarnated flesh dust where it began?
O Lord of work and peace! Lord of life! Oh, Lord, Lord will horrible! Although it is too late Renew this soul with the obedient breath Peace when he meets with fury, The work to recover, and will re-emerge, This soul may see thy face: Oh, Lord of Death.
Dreams09/19/2011 - 9:54am | Comments: ()
In your dreams roofed room, make waste flowers and lights in spirit, my soul driveway dressed in silence and calm, you go to the darkest path tonight.
Turn off the spark plugs to see beautiful things; close all doors to enter the illusion; the mystery begins a handful of stars And Bloom as a triumphant glass your heart.
And wait smiling and crying wait! ... when my soul, thinking maybe pray that heaven is poured gently on your chest ...
For him, divine love, have a quiet couch or mystic lily is his weapon, my soul Off one by one the roses in your bed!
Memory09/20/2011 - 4:59pm | Comments: ()
Listen! From the battlements of the distant towers The solemn bell has beaten at midnight! Carried away by visions of restless sleep, Broderick Poor awake, and laments alone.
Cease, Memory, cease (without friends and distressed cries) To redress these severe chest overwhelmed with evidence. Oh, my soul never ceases to wander pensive In the bright fields of Fortune, in better days When the hope was young, and the music of the mind He praised all her charms, and Errington was nice.