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Your SmileYou caught my spirit, And held it tight, When I was far from home.Your Smile
You understood like no one else, My laughter and my tears. Your tough was perfect, Your words were right. But your smile… Your smile burned with light And its beauty was exquisite.
I told you many times Of the power in your smile. It sang to me, Caressed all it found, deep inside. Yet you did not believe, for
Upon your life there grips, A hand only you can see. It stole your fire and made your smiles Sparse and few between.
I did all I c
by ~Arraicha
The only escapeHush, you mustn’t disturb the equanimity Simply extend your hands toward the promised land Let them teach you their wisdom and their soulful songsThe only escape
Desperatly, we searched and searched since ages past Here we found, not the grand serenity we seek But more than was ever given to the live ones
Hear their cries of welcome to their earthbound kingdom Use your heart and ask them if they’ll allow for you To join them in the only peace you ever found
Stranger, did you tire too of the brown rubble And of the ruins that watched you grow from birth til now They’re no
by ~Arraicha
Midgar's ChildI did not see the world before The world was wasted, just like this. Just like this laughter, This old man’s laughter.Midgar's Child
He built the swings, he built the slide. I see them twice, I touch them once. My hand is soiled, I will play no more.
Where do I find laughter again, Laughter of great discovery, Not of memory. What wouldn’t I give…
For one sunny day.
by ~Arraicha
Since when do houses smile?The house was ordinary from the outside, if in much better condition than what I am used to. Well, it wasn’t exactly a house, more like a hunters' camp but I’ve always called the small buildings I encounter in the woods “houses”. Some woodswoman I make, or so my friends tease me. The inside strikes me as odd, however. The place is empty. No beds, no stove, no table. There wasn’t even any dust on the floor or any stains on the walls. I would have thought that this house was simply recent and incomplete, yet the absence of sawdust on the floor let me to believe otherwise. It doesn’t really matter though, since to my trained eye the place appearSince when do houses smile?
by ~Arraicha
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- Current Residence: Canada
- Interests: Psychology, Rope art, Music, Reading, Writing, Photography, Lord of the Rings, Oranges, Chinchillas
- Favourite movie: Lord of the Rings trilogy, Surplus, Love Actually
- Favourite band or musician: Joni Mitchell, Barenaked Ladies, The Postal Service
- Favourite genre of music: As long as it's not too hard to listen to
- Favourite poet or writer: Lucy Maud Montgomery, JRR Tolkien, Alexandre Dumas
- Operating System: Windows 98
- Favourite game: Might and Magic VI, Finaly Fantasy, World of Warcraft
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2, Computor
- Personal Quote: Please ignore the foot in my mouth, it'll be less embarassing for us both.
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