Forget your future
Forget your past
This is our time
And it's got to last
So hold on to me
And don't you let go.
Our time together
Won't pass slow.
With out your hope
I'll loose all mine.
So please baby, please
Tell me its fine.
The future, the past.
Our time doesn't last.
Hold on to me dear,
I want to be clear.
My love for you, is
More than the moon
Loves its reflection,
In the last desert dune.
So hold on to me now,
So I don't slip loose
I need now more
Than just an excuse.
My family and friends
They let me slip by
And now here I am
Lost and awry
I forgot my future
I forgot my past
This is my time
And this t
When darkness fell,
They all came out;
And from her window,
There she watched
A show forbidden to her.
From below, on the streets
One breaks away, from
Swirling and whirling,
To face the watcher.
The show is transfixing.
She notices not,
The Lone One standing
Beneath her window.
Her beauty washes over,
And he steps up
To her window terrace.
Eyes meet, love sparks.
He takes her down
To the dance below.
She and he danced away,
Until the sun rose again.
To darkness he returned.
She stood alone
In the coming light,
Her family knows,
And she is told.
That one of the light,
And one of the dark
Can not be together.
T
The Lepellier Refusal by DustsofEternity, literature
Literature
The Lepellier Refusal
Dust motes and creeping ivy
He ought to have been a senior now
Elwin Leper Lepellier
Standing motionless on top of a small ridge
He ought to have been a senior now
Not noticing the game
Standing motionless on top of a small ridge
The Lepellier Refusal
Not noticing the game
His intention to make the leap this very night
The Lepellier Refusal
Everything began to be inside out
Luckless in his last year
I have escaped
Arms and legs and heads everywhere
leper closed his mouth as if forever
Telegrammed in hell by DustsofEternity, literature
Literature
Telegrammed in hell
12:34::22, sept.13,2003.
Welcome. stop. You have found your place. Stop.
We have sent you a basket. Stop.
A hand basket in hell. Stop.
We find it fitting. Stop.
Hope the basket doesn't burn. Stop.
Or is it frozen? Stop.
So, how's the weather? Stop.
We've got clouds. Stop.
Is it warm? Stop. Hope it's warm. Stop.
God's calling me. Stop.
Send you one later. Stop.
Azriphale.
i belive this will be my final farewell.... Claire and I have fallen apart recently, and it doesnt help that next year is freshmen at college and I'm gonna be a Buckeye and she's off to Cornell. so alas, this is the end. if i do get a nother dev account (wich is unlikely) i will tell you all about it. Farewell friends and good luck in life.
~Katlyn
ok, so all sorts of not so nice stuffs happened to me recently... and its affecting my art abilities... and shittyness... so i'm trying to get back into some grove... they say that you cant holdno groove if you aint got no pocket.... i dunno what that has to do with anything.... but yeah...chio
~katlyn
Happy Holidays all around!!
Sorry we haven't posted or responded recently. I felt that it was moral responsibility to see that Katlyn got through her ruts. Now that she is feeling better I am as well. so I will post some of my work soon.
-Claire
Sadly Dog has chased her last dust bunny. My poor bebe cat died, she wasn't that old but she had kitty diseases that made her sick and not happy. This has sent me into another slump. sorry guys, and i was just getting out of the last one, but i am left with only two of my three muses. Claire and Skootch Doggy III.
will comment on your works, but won't be updateing any pictures.
perhaps Cees got some poetry or prose...