... for betaing this, and on such short notice! ♥ Title for this taken from an Old English poem which I found translated into modern English here . Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction - ... yet again, Morgana seems only to grow increasingly distant - often, it seems, dreaming even in her waking hours. Gwen could only hope Morgana's daytime dreams are better than her nightmares. "Sleep well, my...
... long thought whether to post a link here or not. However, the poem is heavily inspired by Hetalia's Ivan and Alfred, by current world.... Genre: poetry Rating/Warnings: PG Summary: The future. America's waking nightmare. Some cultural & historical notes: - Torgau at the Elbe is ... metal faces found in their burial mounds show eerie, serene or disturbing smiles. The Killer Speaks . A poem.
... fishes, with gently smiling jaws..." He said reciteing an odd litlte poem, from Alice in wonderland, as the little darker coffee drops turned into ... sipped at it. Iruka sighed, then laughed softly at Neji's poem and antics. "Yeah...I know. I'm not. I just..." He ... sleepily. Closing his eyes, he slid slowly into sleep, his last, waking thought I love you. But the words didn't make it past ...
... have pen marks on you Trying to feel for your phone, and panicking when you can't feel it. Waking Up With Unread Texts Sexual Innuendos Pressing the ESC button and missing out on what someone just wrote. Waking up in the morning and feeling like P Diddy. Photobombing: The art of ruining other peoples pictures Awkward ...
... mouths when we sleep will kill us. Cumulative. Additives adding up to fate weathering our riverbeds into canyons. Paint on us. Slap us. Anything that causes feeling is better than the alternative. Shake us into waking. If you are old school, then I am Ringling brothers on meth. A clown car running red lights with everyone I’ve ever been wrestling for position but no one’s near the wheel. You are...
... While the clock ticks And the day wanes. But what of those dreamers who Are not ousted from their reverie But stay upon that bleak and craggy ‘scape Well into the day, Never waking to reality? What tender souls. What blessed, tender souls Who must bear with our paltry contemplation, We denizens of the day Who are blind but in sleep to that other world. We...
... young life were a lasting dream! My spirit not awak'ning till the beam Of an Eternity should bring the morrow. Yes! tho' that long dream were of hopeless sorrow, 'T'were better than cold reality Of waking life, to him whose heart must be, And hath been still, upon the lovely earth, A chaos of deep passion, from his birth. But should it be - that dream eternally Continuing - as dreams have been to...
... I could watch you across the room And not worry about who else is watching too I miss the days of "taking chances" and "making moves" But now it's purposeless, 'cause she's got a hold on you I miss waking up, your name the first thought of my day Now I wake up cold, miserable at best, and no, I'm not okay 'Cause you burned me, and you hurt me I was caught in the fire And as my faith ...
... to be found, inside or outside. i wish for a bunch of things, but know that wishing doesn't help much. so, a poem. cleopatra mathis: getting out That year we hardly slept, waking like inmates who beat the walls. Every night another refusal, the silent work of tightening the heart. Exhausted, we gave up; escaped ...
