javelinx13

Sometimes I watch The sky And wonder If it's up there Heaven Or a semblance of such A place where pain is a Memory And justice is true. Sometimes I wonder If We're all going nowhere Running around In circles Pretending we know what to do. Sometimes I dream I found out The truth to all this fighting The reason behind the dying The point to all this hate. Sometimes I smile But break into shatters Not knowing Where we're walking But glad You're By My Side

Can we pretend? Pretend we know each other? Pretend we came here to have a drink and laugh together? Can we imagine? Imagine we both want each other? Imagine you take me home each night and everything is sweet? I know. You know. We are strangers. Lonely strangers. Lonely strangers who desperately need someone to cling to, to say it's all right. If I asked… If I asked, could you hold me? Could you whisper that you understand? It's so lonely here, alone. Alone without anyone. So please hold me, please whisper that you love me. I need you. My stranger.

With their worn out jeans and their worn out ideals, world-weary revolutionaries carry the burden of their failed and faded dreams. And because they saw and wept and Hoped, and because that hope Became A crime And the criminals were punished, They walk slowly Their burdens are heavy Some young, all old, they keep moving Though none know Where they go now. And the idealists They are smiling But because those Who drew the long straws Liked not what the idealists said Their smiles are ragged. Ragged like a pamphlet An ideal Passed through many hands, ripped Here and there Until It is no longer recognizable. But the idea

He was standing on the deck of a ship, staring out at the expanse of blue-grey ocean before him. Salt stung his eyes and sparkled at the ends of his hair. A stiff wind filled the vast canvas sails above him, and the prow of his ship cut the rough the waves. He smiled. He was alive. "ENGLAND! ARTHUR! I KNOW YOU'RE AT HOME!" An angry, hoarse voice cracked sharply through the haze of dream. An insistent banging on the door. "A-ARTHUR!" the voice broke all of a sudden, became desperate, pleading. "Please- open the damn…door…" England's green eyes flickered open. He frowned. Was that- France? He heaved himself out of the armchair whe

There was that typical evil glint in Kyouya's eyes as he gazed serenely around the Third Music Room. Honey was shrieking in delight as a stony-faced Mori swung him around about six feet in the air. Hikaru was baking cookies on a stove that had randomly appeared, and Kaoru was yelling at him that no, the batter is not supposed to be shooting up in the air, put a lid on the blender, stupid! Haruhi was patiently trying to tell the squabbling twins that cookie batter isn't supposed to be in a blender; what on earth are you doing? But they weren't listening to her. But Tamaki, TAMAKI was wreaking the most havoc of all the careless idiots crow

My grandfather left his country To escape the bloody war A war that he hated. The war had already claimed His beloved brother Franz Who, captivated by lies and Pretty words Took a plane to the skies. And all the honors and medals that lie Rusting in a box Couldn't bring him back. So, lest he too be caught, My grandfather got On a ship Across the ocean. His wife, his liebling, his Edel Helgalein He had to leave behind. She waved From the dock She would not cry; her tears Had long Ago Been dried by loss She'd marched out of the north Out of what was gifted To a bleeding war torn Poland As a meager 'sorry'. Nothing bu