INSPIRATION
I sit alone in whisper winds
Parallel to the sky
I look into the eyes of nyx
And hear their distant cry
From far beyond
In far far stars
The people whom live up there
They sing down their distant tales
In poem and song and payer
I hear them all, I hear them well
The stories told from stars
The stories of their life and war
Of sea and stone, of mars
I write them down
I hurry quick
For fear I might forget
The many tales they've given me
that I will tell you yet.
Wind me up one last time,
Those beautiful dances I will mime.
These many years have grown so long,
dance a dance? sing a song?
My melodies forgotten, my stories unheard.
Tell which one it is you preferred.
I'll push the wheels, spin the bolts.
And I'll perform again, one last waltz.
My gears are old, the parts have rusted,
For many years I've gone undusted.
I've sat on this window, anticipated my show.
Watched too many winters and the fall of the snow.
But one last time, if you turn the key,
I'll sing again and you will see,
I've remembered the words, rehearsed all the twirls.
Singing and spinning, my skin white as a pearls.
HOW TO CURE HICCUPS (this works) by milly-is-a-pirate, literature
Literature
HOW TO CURE HICCUPS (this works)
HOW TO CURE HICCUPS
I swear this has worked every time. You will need:
* A person with hiccups
* Another person (preferably a good actor)
* Optional: some sort of money
This is how it goes. Ruby has hiccups and her friend, Anna, is here to save the day.
Ruby: *hiccup* *hiccup*
Anna: looks likes you've got hiccups.
Ruby: yeah, I've had them since *hiccup* lunch.
Anna: tell you what, if you can hiccup one more time, just once, I'll give you a dollar. (This is where the good acting comes in handy)
Ruby: whatever Anna, you're such a liar. *hiccup*
Anna: no! look! *pulls out a dollar.* I promise, just one hiccup.
Ruby: sweet! Alri
Isabelle stay, Isabelle go by milly-is-a-pirate, literature
Literature
Isabelle stay, Isabelle go
Isabelle stay, Isabelle go
Your body is still, your breathing is low
Your fingers turn cold
And your flesh turns to white
What a lovely girl
What a terrible sight
Every day I watched
As you lay down to bed
Your face lovely pink
And your cheeks burning red
Your eyes closed with the moon
And rose with the sun
Then you'd go pick flowers
And in the field you would run
But this morning is different,
Your eyes remain closed
Hands on your heart
A princessly pose
Maybe perhaps
You wanted to wait
For another sun
Brought upon you by fate
maybe you'll wait
for many long years
till sunshine is bright
and the foggy sky clears
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