These are just bits and pieces of things I wrote, and need advice on, or never finished. I do have a few guest posters on here as well. The main idea, is to get your work out, so as to get tips on how to improve. Please comment on the work, if you have an opinion of any kind, good or bad.
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Someone special was on my mind...
I had a dream last night.
I dreamed you were in pain.
I came to take it all away,
And we were never the same
I had a dream last night,
With you so far away from me,
But, you quickly closed the distance
And filled my heart with glea.
I had a dream last night.
I was wearing white.
All I could think of was you,
And of our special night.
I had a dream last night.
I was wrinkled and grey.
But you were still there smiling,
And taking the pain away.
This isn't have bad, considering some of my poetry, and I love opinions and suggestions.
This is a song inspired by one of my favorite songs, "Whispers in the Dark" by Skillet...
I cried. I was finally alone and I could let it out. With my family out of town for the weekend, no one would know. I let the tears fall, curled up on my bed, months of stress and pain flooded out my eyes.
I didn't hear him when he came in, he moved so quietly. "Lisa?" I heard him sigh. I jumped, and turned around. There he was, standing over me, so worried. "I'm so sorry, you said to visit you, and no one answered when I knocked so I came in and.... Lisa, are you ok?"
I cried harder, I couldn't stop. I tried to sit up but I felt weak. "George, it's not what you think, really. I've just had a long day and..." The memories flooded into my mind. Tears flooded my face and wouldn't stop.
He sat on the bed beside my, leaned over, wrapped hon arm around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. "It's ok. It's ok to cry. I knew you were stressed but... You should have told me Lisa."
I slowly calmed. "I didn't want you to see my cry." I sniffed.
From behind his back he pulled a red rose. and held it in front of my face. "Everything cries, Lisa. Even flowers, when they drop thier petals, its like colorful tears, scenting the earth."
I chuckled at his lame analogy, but he kept going. "See, there's a little laugh. That's what I'm here for..." And he bagan plucking the petals from the rose, dropping them onto my face, to mingle with the streaky tears. "...to turn your tears to roses, beautiful and sweet."
And so, I cried as George held me. He stayed, kissing each tear until I fell asleep from exhaustion. He was still there when I woke up. But, that's another story... (The End)
And if you're interested, this is the song that inspired this...
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