sit back now young ones while I tell آپ the story of the first Saviours.
The Saviours are a long and old race reaching back as far as the dawn of time they behold powers beyond our imagination. They can give life ,they can make آپ happy,sad یا whatever they wish but most of all they hold the powers of truth, light and life. For years they have been fighting of the men of evil, called demons, and they have been winning but only just. The demons though they are biding their time waiting for their chance to shine and rule, the demons are stronger than any Saviour the powers they contain in their souls are lies, sin, death, dark and disaster.Butt the power that both the demons and Saviours share is the power of writing, آپ see kids whatever they write comes true.
And the story I'm about to tell آپ happened years and years ago. When the Saviours where still winning, and our 2 Saviours are called Sir Arthur of Camelot and a simple peasant Stan Masterson.
They were the leaders of The Saviours at that time, yet they were not the most powerful of the Saviours, that عنوان fell on the shoulders of a simple 12 سال old thief who sadly had no name and no parents.
His family were the Saviours. Yet at sometime it seemed they discovered he was stronger than any of them.But sadly he had been taken سے طرف کی the demons and no man dared ventured into the lands of the dead to take him back to our world. So sadly the boy is dying in the land of the dead and his story ends there.
But we still have a story to tell boy is it a doozy so go now young ones and have some food and rest before the اگلے part comes out.
well I hope آپ enjoy it so if its a bit boring now for آپ trust me it gets better so thats me done for that now bye
The Saviours are a long and old race reaching back as far as the dawn of time they behold powers beyond our imagination. They can give life ,they can make آپ happy,sad یا whatever they wish but most of all they hold the powers of truth, light and life. For years they have been fighting of the men of evil, called demons, and they have been winning but only just. The demons though they are biding their time waiting for their chance to shine and rule, the demons are stronger than any Saviour the powers they contain in their souls are lies, sin, death, dark and disaster.Butt the power that both the demons and Saviours share is the power of writing, آپ see kids whatever they write comes true.
And the story I'm about to tell آپ happened years and years ago. When the Saviours where still winning, and our 2 Saviours are called Sir Arthur of Camelot and a simple peasant Stan Masterson.
They were the leaders of The Saviours at that time, yet they were not the most powerful of the Saviours, that عنوان fell on the shoulders of a simple 12 سال old thief who sadly had no name and no parents.
His family were the Saviours. Yet at sometime it seemed they discovered he was stronger than any of them.But sadly he had been taken سے طرف کی the demons and no man dared ventured into the lands of the dead to take him back to our world. So sadly the boy is dying in the land of the dead and his story ends there.
But we still have a story to tell boy is it a doozy so go now young ones and have some food and rest before the اگلے part comes out.
well I hope آپ enjoy it so if its a bit boring now for آپ trust me it gets better so thats me done for that now bye
Little raindrops shiny,silver,
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something آپ can do.
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something آپ can do.
what I'm writing isn't exactly an مضمون , but I hope آپ will enjoy it ^_^ ..
Girl; Do I ever پار, صلیب you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do آپ like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do آپ want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would آپ cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would آپ live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would آپ do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me یا you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason آپ never پار, صلیب my mind is because آپ are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like آپ is because I love آپ .
*The reason I don't want آپ is because I need آپ .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if آپ left is because I would die if آپ left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for آپ is because I would die for آپ .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do آپ anything for آپ is because I would do everything for آپ .
*The reason I chose my life is because آپ are my life .
Girl; Do I ever پار, صلیب you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do آپ like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do آپ want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would آپ cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would آپ live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would آپ do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me یا you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason آپ never پار, صلیب my mind is because آپ are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like آپ is because I love آپ .
*The reason I don't want آپ is because I need آپ .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if آپ left is because I would die if آپ left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for آپ is because I would die for آپ .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do آپ anything for آپ is because I would do everything for آپ .
*The reason I chose my life is because آپ are my life .
inch سے طرف کی inch
bringing me closer
to my doom
butterflies of
anticipation
flutter nervously
in my stomach
knuckles whiten
jaws clench
what have I
gotten myself into
the suspense
is killing me
I'm going to hate it
I'm going to love it
I might lose my lunch
but I don't care
heaven help me
here it comes...
...
I hold my breath...
...
and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
I remember the دن I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for آپ love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place آپ could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with مزید آگ کے, آگ then آپ could ever imagine.
مزید passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the دن I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real باسکٹ, باسکٹ بال coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for آپ love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place آپ could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with مزید آگ کے, آگ then آپ could ever imagine.
مزید passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the دن I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
--------------------------------
This is dedicated to my first real باسکٹ, باسکٹ بال coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
یا I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told سے طرف کی hidden scars
Unable to دکھائیں themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
یا I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told سے طرف کی hidden scars
Unable to دکھائیں themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
The Writer Behind the Words
