The-Nightingale-Poet

The bags were lying by the door when I saw it happen; There's a ringing in my ears and a feeling in my stomach The only way I can describe it is I was light on my feet, but rooted to the ground It doesn't make sense, does it? You come charging from the room, your yellowed eyes mad and wild Those were a pair of eyes I could always glare back to But this time, the earphones were blasting music in my hand And I took a step back, shocked Did it make sense to you? Because it hadn't hit me yet The keys jingled when you snatched them from the table I heard the crying of a baby bird, what was a bird doing crying at this time of night? You

Give me the meaning for your laughter. Tell me what it means. The world does seem quite dull and bleak, doesn't it? I lay curled under the woolly blankets, my fist twisting the sheets to my chin while I inanely gaze at the wall. I could hide from the world here. The mahogany door is shut, and the beige curtains I wrenched apart this morning remain in their place when the last glow of the setting sun withdrew from my room. With the light comes the dark, rushing into my sanctuary to plunge me into a blue dark. The biting cold of wintery July bade me welcome as it crept into my room, a duo with night as its haunting breath sighed against my face

Give me the meaning for laughter Tell me what it means An audible expression to express happiness? Or a physiological reaction to a joke or story? Give me the reason for your laughter Maybe I'll tell you mine A primitive and human sound is precious Because we don't know what we've got till its gone Anything can wipe out the audible expression to express happiness Anything can stop it dry in our throat And when we can laugh no more We'll remember when we did There's something oddly empty About being too sad to laugh anymore Tell me the reason for your laughter Maybe I'll tell you what was mine

In a perfect world I can see you Lying in our bed of flowers With a red rose twisted around your finger And I can pretend that the rose Its colour doesn't signify something else I can pretend, with a red rose twisted around your finger There are no thorns that can hurt you now That the stem that coils tightly around your finger; your life Isn't something darker and more macabre I'd like to pretend, that your smile wasn't frozen And that it still lit up my heart more than the gold-tinted sun And that when you laugh again, you laugh when you see me There's something in your eyes I can still remember An unearthly glow that made you

The Catharsis of Dreams Summary: There was a time in everybody's life when they had to let go, unfortunately for her, she gave up what meant the most. And it didn't matter, because nobody would know, and people like her…they didn't have the right to dream. Disclaimer: I don't own this- actually, wow, I actually do. This is very loosely based off of a fanfic I read about "Fantine" from Les Miserables, she was always my favorite character and I dedicate this loosely to her. - My dream died that day. With the world's cruel, cold, callous fangs fitting into my imagination, a dark thief creeping in the shadows to snatch my dreams away, a