Eternal, 2nd song by TheSilentMistress, literature
Literature
Eternal, 2nd song
As I close my eyes and say a prayer
I feel as if I'm walking on air
And I came upon your beautiful face
So content, perfect and with angelic grace
I love you and you love me
It's so true that angels fly above me
We are Eternal forever, my baby, my love
I'll say it loud to God above
Til I descend into the moonlit sky
And I promise you baby, we will fly
As I sing this song to you
I want you to know
That you have been so good to me
And that I will never leave you
I want to be with you, as your angel
For Eternity
You love me and I love you
So beautiful and I think it's so true
We are Eternal forever, my baby, my love
I could s
My Funny Quote Collection by ZandraSaiquies, literature
Literature
My Funny Quote Collection
"Stupid people are dumb,"
-Kid in my spanish class
"'Yeah, and h*ll froze over!'
'That's why it's so cold outside...'"
-2 Red necks in my math class
"You sound like Baby godzilla with the hic-ups!"
-Me
"'I am extreamly happy!'
'Why?'
'I have a cow!'"
-Martha And I
"To get your lisence, you need to know how to drive. To get your permit you need to know how to read. That means getting your permit will be hardest for most of you."
-My Math Teacher
"Yous like George [W.] Bush! You can make words up!"
-Stephine
"If you make friends with the devil then H*ll will be a H*ll-of-a-lot better."
-Necklace boy
(Please, this doesn't not me
I love my friends.
Sometimes they can act relatively normal.
Do you want a chip?
Can I have some of that?
Were giving you gold.
A jet. A plane.
Wow! It really works!
That was like, total pwn-age right there.
Football player.
I like the first half of the taste.
My English teacher is going to think Im such a weirdo.
Sometimes they are so insightful.
Its not as if your choices are wrong.
Its half of everything.
Its oxymoronic without the oxi.
Love is nothing,
Without a kiss.
Love is everything,
When you feel like this.
Love is precious,
When they mean everything to you.
Love is painful,
When they're not with you.
Love is priceless,
The true kind can't be bought.
Love is life...
When it's all you've got.
11/24/2003
bleh...tell me how you like it...o.o;
Resident Evil: If You're Happy by Kaiera, literature
Literature
Resident Evil: If You're Happy
If You're Happy and You Know it: Resident Evil Style!
-ahem-
If you're happy and you know it, blow shit up!
(click, boom!)
If you're happy and you know it, blow shit up!
(click, boom!)
If you're happy and you know it and you really wanna show it: If you're happy and you know it, blow shit up!
(click, boom!)
If you're happy and you know it, watch them burn!
(ha, ha!)
If you're happy and you know it, watch them burn!
(ha, ha!)
If you're happy and you know it and you really wanna show it: If you're happy and you know it, watch them burn!
(ha, ha!)
If you're happy and you know it, just reload!
(click, click!)
If you're happy and
[.She.Cut.To.Deep.]
She once was the perfect daughter
who would do anything she had to..
But no one knew the pain she held
the smile that always fooled you...
Her arms were always covered up
with her black and blue sweaters..
She held that smile of pure gold
no matter what change in weather..
Her wrists held the scars and cuts
but she always helped others in pain..
She listened day after day of their problems
but still never once did she complain..
She knew as along as they were happy
then it didn't matter that she was dying..
Hiding herself from others.. alone
hidden in her room, cold and crying..
She knew as along as they s
i sweat fear
i cry fear
i eat, sleep and bleed fear
i act as if i'm afraid of nothing
yet it's seeping out my skin
i see fear
i breathe fear
i speak, scream and hear fear
i act as if nothing is wrong
though my fear is but for you
you know me better
than anyone else
in this world- and yet
i can no longer look into your eyes
now you're around me
and i suddenly start to shake
god, what's wrong with me
i must be out of my mind!
so you tell me not to be afraid
and i reluctantly let you kiss me
but what you'll taste is not the same
how does it feel to taste pure fear?
He is a solitary hunter
who steals the light of the moon
and taints your nightmares gorgeous.
He shows you colors caught in prisms,
images that disturb what is forbidden,
that get under the silk of your skin
and let you discover your unseen world
spun in tapestries and stained glass.
He takes the words off your lips,
making them his own -
the secrets hidden in the well of souls -
to paint the sky, his only witness
to unspeakable crimes of the heart
as you follow the tangled threads of seduction
he has so cleverly laid out for you.
He has bought and sold you,
laid out the robes of rich desire
upon a bed of dreams held fast
by