There is shining sunlight sifting down though the trees
from the gap in the trees as I look up
It looked like there would be no more
good things happening in my future
However my heart is longing and wishing to be loved
I love you, I love you
That day and now, too
I felt some sorrow and become pretty
Because I know more then yesterday
Even if you are bothered by some trouble
you smile like it is nothing
What would make you feel better?
Ah, I am powerless
I worried, I worry
That day and now, too
The love that I have yet to see and
that appears and disappears
I have to see and touch with my hands
It continues,it will continue
A mother's love is like a circle, it has no
beginning and no ending.
It keeps going around and around ever
expanding, touching everyone who
comes in contact with it. Engulfing them like the morning's
mist, warming them like the moontime
sun, and covering them like a blanket of evening
stars. A mother's love is like a circle,
it has no beginning and no ending.
Some stand and look while other do
Then come and say what ought to be,
To them the world is never right
For all is wrong that they can see.
They never see the good in things
That you and I would like to see
They seem to think whatever they say
Is just the thing that ought to be.
The Jackal and the Leopard by im-no-girl, literature
Literature
The Jackal and the Leopard
The jackal watches the leopard when the leopard has killed a springbok. The jackal whines (with uplifted tongue), he begs the leopard for springbok flesh.
He howls, he begs, for he is a jackal. Thus he howls, he indeed begs, because he is a jackal. Therefore he howls when he begs, he indeed wants the leopard to give him flesh, that he may eat, that he also may eat.
Then the leopard is angry, the leopard kills him, the leopard bites him dead, he lifts him up, he goes to put him into the bushes; thus he hides him.
You shall not ask what the present tears
From the deep of my silence mean!
You shall not ask because you know
They are memories of long ago!
I recall the joys of days gone by,
They wanted alas to flit away!
I claim and call them forth in vain
As though oblivious and never again!
Who is that stranger
who knocks hasitantly
upon the screen door
outside my house.
He glances at his watch
anxiously
it is precisely six o' clock
As it is every week
Who is this man
who sits across the table
At a local family diner
He glances at his watch again
he says we must hurry
As he does ever week
Who is this image
before my eyes
who looks so much like me
I am careful of what I say
not really sure why
His opinion should not matter
As it does every week
Who is this seemingly
uncaring soul
who stumbles over his words
uncomfortably
Then attacks mine
in the next breath
And thinks that
he has the right
to do so
A
The Passion of a Fine Man by im-no-girl, literature
Literature
The Passion of a Fine Man
the cap is off
but the ink is gone
and hope
is a rope
i hung myself on
they'd like me to do
tricks in my cage
'cause passion's in fashion
and i'm full of rage
they'd like me to bit
some sickly sweet note
it's late
and i hate
whatever i wrote
they'd like me to be
what i am not
but happy
and sappy
i must have forgot
they'd like me to try
to seize every day
tomorrow
more sorrow
i feel sick anyway
they want me to think
quite positively
and tonight
i might
just watch more tv
they forced off the cap
and the passion is gone
and hope
is the rope
they'll hang themselves on
The Passion of a Fine Man by im-no-girl, literature
Literature
The Passion of a Fine Man
the cap is off
but the ink is gone
and hope
is a rope
i hung myself on
they'd like me to do
tricks in my cage
'cause passion's in fashion
and i'm full of rage
they'd like me to bit
some sickly sweet note
it's late
and i hate
whatever i wrote
they'd like me to be
what i am not
but happy
and sappy
i must have forgot
they'd like me to try
to seize every day
tomorrow
more sorrow
i feel sick anyway
they want me to think
quite positively
and tonight
i might
just watch more tv
they forced off the cap
and the passion is gone
and hope
is the rope
they'll hang themselves on
Who is that stranger
who knocks hasitantly
upon the screen door
outside my house.
He glances at his watch
anxiously
it is precisely six o' clock
As it is every week
Who is this man
who sits across the table
At a local family diner
He glances at his watch again
he says we must hurry
As he does ever week
Who is this image
before my eyes
who looks so much like me
I am careful of what I say
not really sure why
His opinion should not matter
As it does every week
Who is this seemingly
uncaring soul
who stumbles over his words
uncomfortably
Then attacks mine
in the next breath
And thinks that
he has the right
to do so
A
You shall not ask what the present tears
From the deep of my silence mean!
You shall not ask because you know
They are memories of long ago!
I recall the joys of days gone by,
They wanted alas to flit away!
I claim and call them forth in vain
As though oblivious and never again!
The Jackal and the Leopard by im-no-girl, literature
Literature
The Jackal and the Leopard
The jackal watches the leopard when the leopard has killed a springbok. The jackal whines (with uplifted tongue), he begs the leopard for springbok flesh.
He howls, he begs, for he is a jackal. Thus he howls, he indeed begs, because he is a jackal. Therefore he howls when he begs, he indeed wants the leopard to give him flesh, that he may eat, that he also may eat.
Then the leopard is angry, the leopard kills him, the leopard bites him dead, he lifts him up, he goes to put him into the bushes; thus he hides him.
Some stand and look while other do
Then come and say what ought to be,
To them the world is never right
For all is wrong that they can see.
They never see the good in things
That you and I would like to see
They seem to think whatever they say
Is just the thing that ought to be.
A mother's love is like a circle, it has no
beginning and no ending.
It keeps going around and around ever
expanding, touching everyone who
comes in contact with it. Engulfing them like the morning's
mist, warming them like the moontime
sun, and covering them like a blanket of evening
stars. A mother's love is like a circle,
it has no beginning and no ending.
I had a dream last night
You were there
You held my hand so tight
I thought i just die
Do you remember?
When we used to have so much fun
I used to cry sometimes
Thoses day are gone
Do you remember?
The minster's daughter had just gotten married. After the wedding ceremony there was a great feast, with music and dancing and contests and games, even old children's games.
When they got to playing hide-and-seek, the bride decided to hide in her grandfather's trunk up in the attic.
"They'll never find me there," she thought.
As she was climbing into the trunk, the lid came down and cracked her on the head, and she fell unconscious inside. The lid slammed shut and locked.
No one will ever know how long she called for help or how hard she struggled to free herself, and they looked almost everyw
You shall not ask what the present tears
From the deep of my silence mean!
You shall not ask because you know
They are memories of long ago!
I recall the joys of days gone by,
They wanted alas to flit away!
I claim and call them forth in vain
As though oblivious and never again!
Current Residence: Moving back home :3 Favourite genre of music: Rock *Hell Yeah* Operating System: PS2,PS3,X-BOX MP3 player of choice: i-pod or i-pod touch
A couple of days ago,i confronted this guy that i liked. He was sweet,nice,and caring. I never knew what he was about to say to me. He made me cry that day.I won't say is name. But you know who you are.. :cries: