Wind DancerShe is like the wind Because she has a dancing, Spirit inside her.Wind Dancer
Twirling and whirling Up mountains or down valleys It doesn’t matter.
The joy is the dance, And the dance is where she is. Do you hear music?
Sounds come from a fiddle. An instrument which I play, But she does not hear.
Louder I play it. The strings bend, my fingers bleed. To me her head turns!
I play soft and sweet. She moves to my bow’s rhythm, Her body sways and…
Well, you know the rest. I stop playing and
Rain InspiresListen to the rain No matter how fast it goes The beat is steady. Dancing as it falls Down from the vast open sky. Calming the earth's crust. When the rain hits ground, It smoothly bends, shifts, and sculptsRain Inspires
The mountain's surface. Rejuvenating The plants, and animals all As it keeps the beat. Stop and watch someday When the rain makes a prism And paints the heavens. Its music is calm, Dancing vibrant, sculptures great, and paintings, flawless. A master of all. And it's not surprising though That we need it so.
Ch2 Samantha the Child ProdigySamantha the Child ProdigyCh2 Samantha the Child Prodigy
You and I may find it silly to teach fighting skills to a two year old, but Reaper was a quick learner. It was not long before he had become skilled in his physical activities. The young boy was able to run faster than the wind blows, and jump higher and farther than most creatures, including some human athletes. I still find it amusing to see a three foot tall boy jump over a six foot tall wall. Anyway, the story continues with Reaper being seven, and during the middle of the school year Omen receives a letter from the postman.
Omen: *Opens the letter and reads* It's about time. &nb
Ch1: The Birth of Two BrothersNarrator: Good morning my friend. Please, don’t be alarmed, I found you unconscious earlier and brought you to my home, where I was able to nurse you back to good health. Allow me to introduce myself; I am Narrator the third, a story teller. Here, have something to eat and relax so you may regain your strength, while I regale you with one of my tales. If I may, I’ll start at the hero’s birth. The setting is a secluded farmhouse and just as the sun began to light the world, a young pink skinned woman was having her first child.Ch1: The Birth of Two Brothers
Marion: Oh my God! *breathes heavily*
Omen: Come on dear, just a few more pushes and the
Lost IdentityFly away,Lost Identity
go away,
anyway,
I don't need you anymore.
I know who you are
but who am I?
People know you
but do they know me?
You are my cover-up,
my mask to hide myself.
You protected me when things went wrong
but now you're taking over.
I come back into my skin
and see through my own eyes.
I try to act like myself
but it's only another shade of you.
It's overwhelming,
this inpenetrable cast.
No one sees through you,
they cannot see me.
I'm losing myself -- my identity. &n
Summer's End
Content
Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a friend, even if
it means sending it back to the person who sent it to you. If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends.
YOU ARE MY FRIEND AND I AM HONORED!
Now send this to every friend you have!! And to your family.
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Integra X Alucard for eternity, fools!
~Hielostar
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Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a friend, even if
it means sending it back to the person who sent it to you. If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends.
YOU ARE MY FRIEND AND I AM HONORED!
Now send this to every friend you have!! And to your family.
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saying "yankee" in boston is like saying "fuck" in preschool.
I am full of moo and moose.
~Lord-Tyrael
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saying "yankee" in boston is like saying "fuck" in preschool.
I am full of moo and moose.
~Lord-Tyrael
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