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The Labyrinth of LifeAudio version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SZupoXb-okU
I have walked the painted pathways of the labyrinth of life
Seen its coruscating corridors of light
But in cold, abandoned alleyways of misery and strife
I have touched the secret shadows of the night
In the eyes a world once gave me, as an infant, as a child
Boundless wonders fought to fascinate my gaze
Signs and symbols, clues and crossroads, rich and radiant and wild
Thrilled my senses as they led me through the maze
Though the path was mine to follow, what young mind can take control
Of the labyrinth of life before his eyes?
Strange enchantments and illusions stirred the centre of my soul
Every door revealed a glittering surprise
Jewelled palaces, their gardens filled with butterflies and bees
Castles, carnivals and sleepy afternoons
Waves of peppermint and jasmine on the shores of summer seas
Quiet places bathed by melancholy moons
Gilded windows shone and spar
Owd Arkwright's Impossible Plan - #1 - T'Fact'ryWritten in Yorkshire (West Riding) dialect
Audio version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsfp3GlfrfI
Reight, get thissen settled an' listen
An 'utch up, let t' young uns gerr in
Tha's norr 'eard a stoory lahk this un
It dun't matter 'ow far tha's bin
Am gooin' rayt back ter mi fatha
A rum un, the's nob'dy mun daht
'E'd come aht wi' all soorts a' blather
'E'd towk till 'is tonsils 'ung aht
But faamin' wi' t' land wer' 'is callin'
'E wuhshipped them fields, aye, an' t' muck
'E'd plough 'em till t' poor 'oss wuh crawlin'
An' stay aht as long as it took
Mi mam allus packed up 'is butties
I' t' rustiest snap tin tha's seen
Tha dun't understand what 'thick cut' is
Foor slices ter t' loaf's worr Ah mean
Shi'd all on ter look after t' fam'ly
But kept that 'ouse tickin' lahk clocks
T'owd 'Erbert an' Walter an' Stanley
Wi nivver went short o' clean socks
An' Arthur, that's me... ey, burr 'owd on
Wi'll get back ter me in a bit
The Tooth FairyAudio version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WjHBn8Etz0s
Sleep soundly, my young one, sleep tight
Sleep safe in the sheltering arms of the night
Set the worries of wakening free
See them drift on the swell of a star-painted sea
Feel the mantle of darkness envelop your bed
As a hunger, a dream, fills your head
What yearnings, what wishes are these?
What words did you whisper on trembling knees?
Did you plead with the shimmering sky?
To that infinite emptiness, what did you cry?
Is it knowledge you covet, or wisdom, or truth?
Or a coin, in exchange for a tooth?
A legend has led you to this
A fairytale, sealed with a mother's sweet kiss
Words of wonder, excitement, surprise
Words to paint with bold colours the light in your eyes
And the circle of sleep softly spirals and spins
As the marvel, the magic, begins
A spirit of glittering light
With silver secures what is perfect and white
For the mouth of this innocent child
*Midnight Vault*Nightmare's dominion
Impossible, sleep holds fast
Trapped in midnight vault.
Tantalized by light
Freedom lies ahead, reach out
Nightmare grip, no peaceful sleep
Welcome rising dawn.
Black LoveHer eyes look fresh,
along with blood-red lipstick.
The kiss she can give,
can be quite sadistic.
Razor sharp eyelashes,
it's part of her fashion.
She looks sad and lonely,
I guess she needs compassion.
Emotions begin to tickle,
as you stroke her hair, that is jet black.
Treat her well, give her respect,
otherwise she will make her deadly attack.
You realise her true image,
when she has your unkind blood.
Veronica, that is her name,
who wants stupid guys, dead in the mud.
Night HauntsNight Haunts*
The echoes of barking ring every night
Keeping me awake so late
So far and yet so damned near
I wish I could close my eyes to rest
They are tracking me almost everywhere
Until the morning light
From distant dream worlds into ours
Till we wake no more
*The hounds of Tindalos
An East Anglian FolktaleWoe to you, should you choose to go
Down that path where the rock ferns grow
In the absence of the waxing moon
You may feel something stalking you
Its heavy footfalls make no sound
Padding soft o’er stony ground
Wet black jaws and a fiery eye
Hear not its haunting, mortal cry
Stalking the Eastern woods and marsh
Feeding our fears, its judgement harsh
Coarse, dank fur the colour of plague
Its breath the reek of open graves
None yet know the beast’s true name
Its purpose, or from whence it came
But those who meet its hellish gaze
Are cursed to end their earthly days
So keep the path within your sight
When ghastly howling rends the night
Woe to you, should you miss your luck
And meet the Devil’s own Black Shuck
The Light of The WindowOn a the shadowy corner of a darkened street
lies a house whose occupants you never want to meet
You hear no noises or sign of anyone living
as this house is spine chilling
For you see during the day this house is like any other
but at night your terror will smother
At night you see only one thing to cause a nightmare
one lone window illuminated with a single figure just standing there
You see not their demeanor or their face
but something about this person makes your heart race
The person stands there unmoving as if waiting
further increasing the terror its creating
You close your eyes wishing it would go away
as you open them you might have gotten your way
For as you look now there in the window is nothing at all
but your hopes become dashed by a sound that makes your skin crawl
As you slowly turn around you are met with a gruesome sight
The Man Who Should Not Be is the cause of your plight
As he stares you down with his soulless eyes
you are aware that you are about to meet your dem
The Stringed OnesAll they have are the I's, the my's, but never the why's
They let lies drip like flies from their sewn button eyes
They stitch hate and pleat fate through cloth alibis
Take their fill from your till of crushed cotton dyes
Take a bit
Then some more
From your gold threaded core
Grab a kit
Cut a slit
Then squeeze out your roar
For those who wish to take heed of this lore
All I can say is
Beware the puppet lined shore
Ghost IslandUm... yeah.
This is my first attempt to write English poetry, as a result to an extremely boring math lesson at school a few weeks ago. I have to admit that I feel kinda awkward publishing this 'cause I can't really judge whether it's good or just bullsh*t (Hint: That's what I'd like to know from you...).
Anyway, I proudly present to you Ida Riddle's product of a boring math lesson, also known as:
Oh Lord Almighty, for a quick death do we pray
As even our salvation seems too far away
And as the black ghost hunts us like a bloody hound
Helpless, breathing our last breaths
Across the water our screams shall sound
Yet shore’s too far away to hear our deaths
Lovely island in the glistening sea
Living here for not even a year
And yet, some say that terrorized we’ll be
By the black shadow of the mountains here
And blackness thrives
Upon our damned coast
He drives us mad
Until he’s had
The strength of his new host
He does not differ between
Kate bio.Name: Kate
Birthday: 21 of September
Personality: Funny, sometimes strange a evil
Love her friends and her boyfriend, has intresting live
Her parents died in a fire. Sister older than her 3 years. She lived before in Krasnodar, then moved to new York. She works as a maid, singer, sometimes gives away the fact that wins races. Has the car Tayota Auris. In General it works on Gildow spy, but while it's one of those who does not work there do not know. He finished school with a gold medal. She does not sleep at night... Prefers to sleep in the morning or afternoon. And she plays in various video games as minecraft. Loves to play with his German shepherd. She has a split personality. She can't control herself when she becomes angry. Split personality Kate received in the war. Its very life interesting.
listen to music
red and he loves to walk at night.
Hates:Ee enemies, ee sister.
Other: Plays video games and she comes up with the words to her songs.
Alice BIOAlice was born th in Moscow. She was born with her best friend Roxy. Her life is more relaxed from the beginning... or until Roxie began to take on the job. So it all alive. She sinless girl. It does not have any sin. She Fridays teaches Roxy to meditate, and so she just drink tea, listens to, reads the classics, helps Roxy and her friends when they need it. She also recently opened a portal to a parallel dimension "Wonderland". She just tried to learn black magic. And so her parents in Moscow. She had since childhood, fond of magic, and it is therefore toga helped Roxy in the case when she almost died. So she has a connection with Satan.
The KeyAudio version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=isyXsXBCt3U
Stolen by a murdered thief
Lost in centuries of grief
Deep within a burning tree
Lies the sacred, secret key
Taken by a crippled hand
To a barren, broken land
Here, in cities paved with pain
Live the shadows of the slain
Locked behind the darkest door
Memories of plague and war
From these torments none are free
Death alone can turn the key
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