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Les aventuriers de la chanson perdue (part 4)

Il y a quelques semaines, je me suis procuré l'album " Misplaced childhood " du groupe MARILLION. Ce nom revenait assez souvent dans mes lectures* et lorsque j'ai vu que la FNAC proposait leur album le plus célèbre pour seulement 7 euros, je me suis laissé tenter. J'ai été bien inspiré, ce disque m'a fait une telle impression que je me devais de vous en parler...

Publié le 11.09.2010 dans lostinadream par Marco | Lire la suite...

My stories

If you want to read more stuff by me go to http://www.fictionpress.com/~clumsybella15 . Please read and review. -Kayleigh

Publié le 02.03.2008 dans Clumsybella15 par SameDifferences | Lire la suite...

Smothered

  Smothered screams faintly echo, disturbing the eternal silence that once resided in these dark, damp and cold hallways.

Publié le 12.02.2008 dans Clumsybella15 par SameDifferences | Lire la suite...

River

  Whenever I'm in crowded places people simply pass, nothing but blurred faces. The sky overhead getting dark, as the wind howls in the park.   I lay down on the grass. And once again, people pass. I stay there, watching the sky. And when nobody's aware, I allow myself to cry.   Just a few tears I tell myself. But...

Publié le 12.02.2008 dans Clumsybella15 par SameDifferences | Lire la suite...

Caring

Raindrops on flowers and the glow of the sun shining through the window.   Birds chirping in the woods. Ifs, maybes and coulds   floating through the the air. But does anybody care?

Publié le 12.02.2008 dans Clumsybella15 par SameDifferences | Lire la suite...

Storm

  Clouds darken. Rain falls. Lightening flashes. And the storm begins.   Thunder echoes, as she looks out her window. Up at the dark sky above. The rain starts to fall. And then, getting heavier, it forms puddles.   Th wind howls.   She goes back to her bed, waiting for the storm to end....

Publié le 12.02.2008 dans Clumsybella15 par SameDifferences | Lire la suite...

Crippled, another poem

  Crippled   H er body was crippled with pain T hough it longer was where it had lain H er face was drenched in tears H er life was like living her fears S he did not fear the commonly feared H er mind almost completely cleared O nly her worst memories were left A nd she was feeling so bereft S he feared not pain...

Publié le 12.02.2008 dans Clumsybella15 par SameDifferences | Lire la suite...

Why?

  She wakes up another morning. The last of the dark creeping out of the room. As the sun slithers in through the blinds, she prays, hopes and wishes that the day never ends. Why? Because then she'd be in the dark. Then she'd have to sleep. And then the nightmares would come.   She enjoys every moment of...

Publié le 11.02.2008 dans Clumsybella15 par SameDifferences | Lire la suite...

Unconsciousness

  That's all she wants. Just one little thing. She hopes the dark will creep upon her. Engulf her. Bury her. Anything to get out of this cruel world. Anything to escape. Anything to be in the dark. To escape her fears. To be unconscious.

Publié le 11.02.2008 dans Clumsybella15 par SameDifferences | Lire la suite...

Pale masks

  The young girls sit on a porch. Two girls ever so similar. S ister perhaps, with two white dogs on their laps. The dogs resting and the sun shining on all four of them. They look so peaceful, so happy. But what worries are hidden beneath these pale faces surrounded by auburn hair. Is everything as it seems?

Publié le 11.02.2008 dans Clumsybella15 par SameDifferences | Lire la suite...

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