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You're Beanie
Which 'OLD SCHOOL' character are you?
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Sometimes I think it helps To turn the volume up to that point. To where if you were to lye down. In a place, you call safe. To think. The music would act as though. It were a gentle breeze. or a tidal wave. A gentle hug from one you know. Or to the point that it floods your body. To the top. Until all you are. Is music.
true romance
..The candle sits there unknown in the dark,
It remains there lonely, it has no heart.
It has no use; it's nothing at the start,
It bursts into life when it sees the spark.
It fills the room with its subtle glow,
It gives us the warmth that many of us know.
We don't know how long it's going to burn,
Only through experience we are able to learn.
It can warm a room, flicker and churn,
It can't think or know what's around every turn.
The first time we see it, it comes as a surprise,
It is amazing to have, it changes our lives.
For without it, our lives remain black,
We become lost, and find it's hard to get back.
It needs some important things to stay alit,
For without these things its brightness begins to dip.
You can carry it with you wherever you go,
The longer you leave; it burns weaker, that we know.
Some people find it hard to light,
They finally found out how, and work hard to get it right.
It makes it easier to sleep in the cold, winter nights,
Because you can feel its presence and knows its alright.
Everyone needs it in his or her life, without a doubt,
It has a strong blaze; it's hard to start, but even harder to put out.
It may just sit there and may have no meaning to you,
But when you discover the magic, you'll know its true.
It is interpreted differently whomever it meets,
It may be just a candle to you and remains discreet.
Or it may just have a greater meaning to you,
You see its dark side and you understand what it can do.
It's wrong in saying that there's better ways,
For nothing can beat it, there's nothing you can say.
You may not want it, your sick of its inconvenience,
You've seen it before, it burnt, and you haven't used it since.
The people who can control it are happy in life,
They have beautiful children and are husband and wife.
You see it may look simple, but yet it's very complex,
Nobody can explain it, or decipher it just yet.
But it is known that once you've experienced it once,
It may never turn black; it may burn like the sun.
I know that it may sound perfect, because it is always there,
But you'll have to keep it alight, for the dark is feared.
A candle sits there burning apart,
One thing's for sure it now has heart.
You may only need one or you may need four,
One day you'll see the light and you won't need it any more.
Cause you are no longer scared, or fear the dark,
Because you have found what you've been looking for from the start.
The little candle is useless now that you're not alone,
You have, what you wanted, it's no longer cold as a stone.
When your children go to sleep at night,
You'll leave them a match and a candle to light.
You will remember all the candles you have burnt,
They stay with you forever around every turn.
You don't need candles any more you're as free as a new born dove,
You need no light to shine the way; you have something greater,
It's a little thing called love.
I used to find this eerie quiet so soothing From lack of tepid, tranquil and cool calm Here and now, it no longer gratifies me The quiet seems a disguise for long forgotten fear This feeling of uneasy stems a flow of pride Against these monstrous waves, I find myself lost The disquietude I once forsook, is my only companion We turn to one another, our eyelids sewn shut And my eyes see in the dark that which is hidden in the light.The Pages turn swiftly, cutting my battered hands Their menacing crooked smile haunts me to the core The ghosts from the closet seep beneath the bottom of a door The monsters beneath the bed approach to take my life The gnomes in my shoes have come to butcher my toes to pieces In this absence of light, imaginary monsters all seem so real Shadows make stalkers come to slit my precious throat Heartbeats jump to a rapid throbbing sensation. My eyes see in the dark that which is hidden in the light.I want to scream, like a coward, for help This panic quiets my already weak voice to a low rasp The seconds tick by as long as lifetimes Every minute trapped in this dark frightens me to exhaustion Each second alone no longer helps my broken spirit Infested with my own damnation of isolation I become a martyr to my own feelings of self-pity The pillows hide me, hide my inequalities My eyes see in the dark that which is hidden in the light.Bleed me, we’ll see how this current of vitality flows The color of my blood is unsure and vague, green, blue or red? Living in a world vacant of desirous, warm, bright sunshine A blanket of deep nothing is a part of my sole being My heart twists over every insignificant detail of this gloom Inside my hand-made cage of rust and dank scent Flows a rank air of owned obvious, crippling insecurity The bars rattle, the dark dissipates, so this is how it ends My eyes see in the dark only hidden light.
Wake me up when this dream is over, Bring me back to harsh reality, When this faultless idea of perfection escapes, Tell me the hurtful truths, But let me have this moment, Let me dream a little longer, Let me feel your hot breath on my neck, One more time, Your hand in mine, Love so strong it lifts the soul, Just let me have this short space of time, So I can keep this one memory safe forever, Don’t bring me back to this destructive world just yet, A short while longer… A little more time, To be astonished by what stands in front of me, To hold perfection so close to me, To know for sure that you are everything, Everything that I ever wanted, Let me dream this wonderful dream a little longer, Don’t wake me just yet, Don’t let this vicious world drag me back, Not yet, Just a little longer… Not yet…
My Brother is my hero -