Morning and MilkOut on the horizon, Dawn gazes serenely, Blanketing the morn, Droplets of dew, like divine pearls, Splash down from grasses tall, And cling to spider webs –Morning and Milk
Little strands of colour, Spun like silver.
In the twisted boughs, Of a grieving tree, Branches swoop and dive, Shaking with laughter, And their leaves tumble to the ground, Crisp and golden, Dying wings.
Hills surge, And upon their rising crests, The sparrows sing, Sweet melodies, Like a murmurs of the wind.
Mist crawls slowly, Spidery
Drought‘Fall rain! Fall!’Drought
We plea to the sky, But, ‘No!’ say the clouds, ‘Your land can die,’
‘It can wilt into dirt, For all that we care, ‘Till the dams are all parched, And there’s dust in the air!’
‘Your cattle can drop, Like a fly to the ground, Your sheep will be slaughtered, And death will be found!’
‘Your horses will stand, Limp and lifeless; alone, And the verdant, green pastures, As brittle as bones.’
‘For we have no pity, And we hold no shame, We will not bless your earth, With the falling of rain!
Thirteen Years‘A rose,’ he whispered, ‘I just want a rose.’Thirteen Years
The woman behind the counter – tall, buxom and black – nodded her head. She didn’t ask any questions. She simply stood up and strode out to the back room to wrap the solitary flower. ‘Thankyou Mavis,’ he called, in a weary, defeated voice. Thirteen years to this day he had been married. He did not feel joyous though. Too many memories were caught up in that tiny gold ring – painful, agonising memories that would remain in his mind forever. He looked at his reflection in the glass window. &n
Angel of Music‘You alone can make my song take flight,’ he whispered as he watched her round the corner and vanish from his life forever, taking years of hopes and memories and smashing them all into shards of shattered dreams.Angel of Music
‘It’s over now the music of the night!’ Anguish welled inside his chest, and he thought he might burst from the sheer ferocity of it. It was over. No more deception, no more anger...no more. She was gone - she, his last chance at happiness, had left him with nothing but a kiss, a ring, and the bittersweet thoughts of what might have been. He stumbled resignedly
Horses
my pony! He's the best!
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HAUNTED-SKULL'S UNDEAD ARMY!!!
Muhahaha now your a vampire of her army, too!
RULES:
1.You must now bite 7 of your friends and make them part of the underground vampire rebels
2.You must also bite 7 random strangers, even if they taste a little funny
3. You may not bite the person that bit you, however you may bite someone who has been bitten before
4. Every time your bitten, you go up in rank.
5. If you have already bitten 7 friends and 7 strangers, you MAY continue to bit as many people you want no matter who they are.
6. YOU MAY NOT EDIT THIS TEXT FROM RULE 6 AND UP^
7. But if you really really really don't want to, you don't HAVE to bite anyone.
Now hurry up and go drink some blood before you starve or the sun comes up!
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98% of teens do or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't put this in your sig
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