Benjamin Posted June 13, 2011 Share Posted June 13, 2011 (edited) You found a humour in 'most everything, and they admired your comic wit.For it raised them to a single mind, and brought a warm respite to solemn rooms. And you would gently mock my staid demeanour, for I had become hard, although never toward you. You were my friend: I sheltered your life-- you lifted mine. Oh! How we leapt and danced the summer days: played games with wooden swords, made bows and arrows from twigs and bits of string, that seemed to inter-twine our different lives. But Autumn came: and as I caught the last coach home, you mimicked a fond adieu to make me laugh, but all the time I knew that I would not see you again. Edited June 19, 2011 by Benjamin Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted June 13, 2011 Share Posted June 13, 2011 Benjamin- A beautiful nostalgic romp- full of shared memories for someone I did not know! ;-) Well, well done. DC&J Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted June 18, 2011 Share Posted June 18, 2011 This one's well immortalized and gives the reader pause. Interesting how you saw it coming ... Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
abstrect-christ Posted June 23, 2011 Share Posted June 23, 2011 interesting indeed... :icon_cool: Quote Pinhead "Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh." Joey "I don't believe you." Pinhead "Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume. To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart." "There's a starving beast inside my chestplaying with me until he's boredThen, slowly burying his tusks in my fleshcrawling his way out he rips open old woundsWhen I reach for the knife placed on the bedside tableits blade reflects my determined faceto plant it in my chestand carve a hole so deep it snaps my veinsHollow me out, I want to feel empty"-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreakerhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBPy3xNwwL8 "Sky turns to a deeper grey the sun fades by the moon hell's come from the distant hills tortures dreams of the doomed and they pray, yet they prey and they pray, still they prey"-- "Still They Prey" by Coughhttps://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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