Shortest Story Ever

Strangers,
Friends,
Best friends,
Lovers,
Strangers.




















You have come at the appointed hour
In the old boarded up house.
The full moon shines outside the window,
Reflected in the apples of your black eyes.

Chorus:

Who are you? Who are you?
I didn't have to wait.
Who are you? Who are you?
Who are you, the mysterious guest?

The heart is pounding, the body is shivering.
After wiping off a sudden fright,
You outline a circle on the floor with your chalk
And quietly read the spell.

In the mirror on a dirty wall,
His silhouette blinked.
A light stroke of the wing and you are gone.
A moan will drown in the silence of night.

(Chorus)

And when the star fades away,
Morning will throw a sneaf of fire in the house,
Voices will be calling for you,
But you're gone in the darkness forever.


Ty prish'la v naz'nacheny chas
V 'stary zako'locheny dom.
'Polnaya lu'na 'svetit za ak'nom,
Atra'zhayas v zrach'kah 'chyornyh glaz.


Kto ty? Kto ty?
Zhdat ne tak 'dolgo pri'shlos.
Kto ty? Kto ty?
Kto ty, ta'instveny gost'?

'Sertse tak stu'chit, v tele drozh.
Poga'siv mi'nutny is'pug,
'Melom po 'polu ty o'chertish krug,
Zakli'nanie 'tikho proch'tyosh.

V 'zerkale na 'gryaznoy ste'ne
Promelk'nyot evo siloo'et,
'Legkiy vzmakh kry'la i tebya uzh net,
Ston po'tonet v noch'noy tishi'ne.

A kog'da po'gasnet zvezd'a,
'Utro 'brosit v dom snop ognya.
Chi-to golo'sa 'budut zvat' te'bya,
No ush'la ty vo mrak navseg'da

The gift of giving.

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Skitzo The Bear (c) Crystal Gonzalez
Music Credit: "Parade of the Wooden Soliders"- by Herbet Clair

Simple just as it is.

Simple, there we were,
the expression gave,
by my one,
her affectionate.

Rather than desire involvement,
so distinct,
was her scent.

The assurance,
she gave,
removed the past twinge,
the very moments our eye-s,
communicate.

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Wanting(曲婉婷)《Love Struck Me Down》
曲Composer：曲婉婷
詞Lyricist：曲婉婷

Im going back to the sunset strip
A place I fell in love with a man
I know I had to see him again

So I drove a thousand miles in a day
Fourteen hours seemed like a piece of cake
Cause I know in the end the price was worth the fight

There he was, standing with his puzzled eyes
Then he closed the gaps between us, lips inches away

Suddenly love struck me down
My knees hit the ground
He loved me back
Like it was yesterday oh...
Love struck me down
I weep but no sound
A long awaited love struck me down

Its been three years since you left town
Howve you been I hope life didnt bring you down
You must have met someone like me by now

Sunday morning I was in bed
Let the phone ring but it wouldnt end
I was mad, I picked up, it was you

"Hey you, I am back for good now..."
Then it brought me back to that day
your lips inches away
Suddenly love struck me down
My knees hit the ground
He loved me back
Like it was yesterday oh...
Love struck me down
I weep but no sound
A long awaited love struck me down
Just ask me to stay. Ill stay for the night
Theres nowhere else I rather be than
here with your body next to mine
Holding me tight...
Back into your arms
love struck me down
My knees hit the ground
He loved me back
Like it was yesterday oh...
Love struck me down
I weep but no sound
A long awaited love struck me down
A long awaited love struck me down
A long awaited love struck me down

The Lion that ate a horse heart

Once upon a time, Courage of a feline
met a humbly equine in pride
it stalked and finally acquitance

By eden, the once equine
was nothing but a mere
sag of grace
given the attention of divine

Alas, ends in confine
as the conscious of the feline
by self gaine
thru benovalence.

Gymnopédie No.1

Strategic foresight

As one gets older,
without a foresight of the future,
from recent upcoming,
or distance uprising;

One becomes a wanderer,
clinging to old past,
of unfortunate downbriging,
or the painful unforgiving.

Lost not the foresight of path,
life brings horror of destruction,
in one's journey of choosing,
pick no stone, but the hidden abstrute
OF LIFE.

The 6 of us

Life comes and go,
all started with acquaintances,
followed to classmates,
and now friends.

Weird, it's like a high school reunion,
we all grow up, we all changed,
but eventually, we all sticked,
owed all to our shared past.

It's the background and past,
that brings us all together.
Despite all

This post was made a month ago and never got completed,
been pondering,
then procrastinated,
finally, displacing;
even when it's incomplete.

Unusual, but things have changed drastically in life,
we all ride towards the light,
or in search of purpose,
and expedition of self-realisation.
Under it all, to find something, higher of value then life.

Where do one stand amongst all the rest?
When does one know, that a purpose if found?
Why the purpose?
Which is the path of enlightenment?
Whom to one seek?

Life is full of questions,
in reality, one realises,
there are no answers,
to questions.

CYCLE.