reisparkles

A life fully embraced both inside and out. Laughter mixed with tears happiness hand in hand with heartbreak. In the end of all things good as well as bad are remembered. Love overflows from within while love lost is swallowed in the tide. All things are equal when time stops. Peace is all that remains.

For the agony of a sould I sit alone without a friend wondering why the Lord has forsaken me. Why he hurts me still. But for all of my life I can not recal anything that might have brought this pain upon me. For I did everything I was told, treated everyone with respect. But I guess that was not enough because now I sit alone remembering my life, remembering the love I had, but lost. And I think that for all eternity I will remember that night. The night we last saw each other in the moon\'s glittering shadows. Fot it was the night I lost everything that was dear to me. It started with a small kiss and a hug under the stars

\"together we make the perfect pair but apart we are nothing, Together we could go far. Seperated we wouldn\'t make it through life.\" These are the words I would say to my perfect mate. But since there is no such thing, these things are left unsaid. Things that shall never be spoken nor thought, for I know if they are, they are a lie. I know it seems harsh, bu tit is for the best. That neither you nor I say a lie. So the closest I will come is saying that, \"I love you\" and that would be true.

For the agonu of a soul she sits alone without a friend and feels it\'s life in every limb. So she wanders lonely as a cloud with her heart yearning to lye to dow forever. For what\'s life after death with him haunting her memory still. Bevause she\'s still reminded: sometimes by a rain, of his evil bargain far and wide. She saw red eyes all of a flaming fire. Thinking of it as a dream. With flowers made of light, when she stood upon the hill, where the heavens wide arch was glorious with the sun\'s returning march. When she flung her soul into the air with it flying like a falcon. But the more she sawt he less she spoke. Til

It was a dark starry night, on a lone hill i sat. Waiting for someone who would care for me. But the longer I waited the more I realized that nobody was coming. At first I was sad, but I finally got used to the feeling of being alone forever. So today I am still alone sitting on that hill. But for some reason I feel I won\'t be alone long. Because I see a smiling face of a boy who loves me. And I love him.

It was my wedding day, and I looked spectacular. Wearing all white with a tiny, blue pendent. Everything was perfect, except for one thing. My husband to be had not shown up. Instead he sent me a message saying, \"I\'m sorry but I can\'t marry you.\" So I started taking off all my finery. Starting with the little pendent. But I never got that pendent off. For someone had followed me into the room. It was my husband to be, but for some reason he shot me. So I sit here in heanen, wondering why. Why he could shoot me, Through my heart. But I know the answer. Because he loved me. I know this becasue he also sot himself. But h

One day soon we\'re all going to wake up and realize that life has been nothing but a dream. Well for some a dream, for other\'s a nightmare. We could see a beautiful field of flowers with our own personal angel waiting for us. But when you turn aroung you just might see, that the field lies barren and dead. The angel you saw now a demon waiting to pounce. But until that day we\'ll live our lives soundly sleeping, waiting for our alarm.

You hear a fluttering sound at your side, you don\'t bother to awaken at such a sound. Becuase not only is it beautiful but also heavenly. That sound by your head. If you did wake up you would realize. That sound is coming from an entity entirely too lovely, for your eyes to comprehend. It would make you feel as if you are dreaming. For only in dreams does something so heavenly exist. That\'s why they visit at night. So if you do see them, you believe it\'s only in your mind. That sound so wonderful, that matches the sight of an angel.

You hear the whisper in the wind, wishing you could understand the meaning. Hoping that one day things will be clear. Like the stars that shine so brilliantly from above, as if they know the secret that taunts you. The secret hidden behind the shining shadows of the moon or the invisible rays of the sun. The wind whispers to the trees, flowers, and grass. All that which you want to know. Rivers, lakes, and oceans seem still and quiet. But only because the laugh at your struggle for understanding. You see they\'ve know this secret since the beginning of time. Again you\'ll make a wish on a star, for the understanding that does not

I am a brave knight looking upon this place with interest while riding a mystical unicorn with a golden horn atop it\'s head.I\'ve come to protect my queen and help to save all those who need saving.I have no magical powers other than my ability to speak and interpret the words of the unicorns.I\'m not really quite sure how i came about this gift but i\'m very thankful that i have it.i\'m very much alone even when surrounded by others, yet when i\'m with the unicorns i\'m in peace and feel like i\'m with family.Back to what hasbrought me to this place.I would say that it was a feeling that i\'ve had but to be honest i was lead here by my frie