2006-10-28 06:27:36 · 11 answers · asked by staciesweet 5 in Entertainment & Music ➔ Polls & Surveys
passionate crimsons burn my soul, rushing ice blue dreams that absorb into my being...
2006-10-28 06:34:47 · update #1
some answers are amazing..thank you for the effort :)
2006-10-28 07:33:53 · update #2
The sun slowly falls into the shadows of the ocean. As the shining redness of the sun touches the crystal blue water of the still ocean, a purple mist appears from the mixture of the two colors. I sit in awe and admire the beauty of nature that I have just witnessed and I smile, because I know it will never be seen by anyone else again.
2006-10-28 06:38:35 · answer #1 · answered by emotional blonde 5 · 2⤊ 0⤋
The grass was pale green, shot thru with rusts and oranges. It was crisp, as it often is in autumn. The one tree stood tall and proud, it's branches, thick with gold, rust, green and purple leaves, stretched towards the heavens in graceful praise of the afternoon sun. A stray cloud floated by, high above, leaving small shadows on the earth beneath it. The air, clean and fresh after the dew dissipated, held the promise of winter, soon to begin.
Or, something like that. Can you see the picture?
2006-10-28 13:38:12 · answer #2 · answered by pupcake 6 · 0⤊ 1⤋
The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.
With thanks to Francis William Bourdillon
Not my words. But who can fail to understand them?
2006-10-28 13:57:17 · answer #3 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
Death comes upon me with an evil eye, grinning and cackling
As I lay in wait for this dream to be over
Gasping, chest heaving with what I feel could be terror
My mind succumbing to the demon called death
My body wretched and shivering
With only one last breath inside my burning lungs
I let out a scream that could wake the dead........
2006-10-28 13:46:26 · answer #4 · answered by dyingatwork 6 · 0⤊ 1⤋
On a crisp autumn evening, the sounds of leaves rustling with the cool wind that blows, the smell of bonfires fill the air, hearing a windchime lightling dinging, reminding me of the lonely soul I once was myself.
2006-10-29 15:06:07 · answer #5 · answered by loving father 5 · 0⤊ 1⤋
brisk Fall afternoon, meeting someone special at a small intimate hole in the wall for dinner, dressing in anticipation of the evening to come--stockings, heels, favorite lingerie, one final smile in the mirror, scurrying to be on time...he smiles when he sees me, looks at me appreciatively...we sit a small table, the atmosphere is cozy and dimly lit, conversation is easy, flirty, he orders wine...we toast the evening...subtle sexual tension hangs between us as we talk and laugh or smile in silence with our eyes, occasional light touch on the hand...barely touch our dinner...time flies...almost closing time...I don't want this evening to ever end...he walks me to my car...I hope he kisses me...will he try anything else...will I stop him...BUZZZZZZ 6:30 already???...time to get up and hit the shower
2006-10-28 13:36:52 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
blue dog wearing a red hat sits next to a gnome
2006-10-28 13:31:11 · answer #7 · answered by Circlometry?? 5 · 0⤊ 1⤋
my picture of you is one I treasure
I visit often in spite of myself
and now I know
what friendship is
2006-10-28 14:48:25 · answer #8 · answered by ? 3 · 3⤊ 1⤋
sorry.. cant do. writer's block, u see. maybe some other time.
2006-10-28 13:35:34 · answer #9 · answered by j o s 4 · 0⤊ 1⤋
sure but i don't spit out paint when i talk
2006-10-28 13:30:34 · answer #10 · answered by ? 7 · 0⤊ 1⤋