A British couple went to France for the day-and they got home seven days later.
Everything began well for Mr and Mrs.Long on their day trip to France.They went by train from London to Dover and got the ferry to Boulogne in France.
They went for a short walk around the town but they got completely lost.'We walked and walked,'said Mrs Long,'but we couldn't find our way back to the ferry port.'They walked all night and finally a motorist picked them up and drove them to a small village.Here they caught a train to Paris.Their plan was to travel from Paris to London.But they caught the wrong train and the next morning they arrived in Luxembourg!They went to the police station for help,and 2 hours later the police put them on the train back to Paris.But the train divided into 2 and unfortunately they were in the wrong half,and they arrived in Basle in Switzerland!A lorry driver took them back to Paris and they went to the railway station again where they nearly got a train to Bonn in Germany.Finally,they got on the right train,and they arrived back in Boulogne a week after their'short walk around the town.'Mr Long said,'This was our first trip abroad and probably our last!'
Everything began well for Mr and Mrs.Long on their day trip to France.They went by train from London to Dover and got the ferry to Boulogne in France.
They went for a short walk around the town but they got completely lost.'We walked and walked,'said Mrs Long,'but we couldn't find our way back to the ferry port.'They walked all night and finally a motorist picked them up and drove them to a small village.Here they caught a train to Paris.Their plan was to travel from Paris to London.But they caught the wrong train and the next morning they arrived in Luxembourg!They went to the police station for help,and 2 hours later the police put them on the train back to Paris.But the train divided into 2 and unfortunately they were in the wrong half,and they arrived in Basle in Switzerland!A lorry driver took them back to Paris and they went to the railway station again where they nearly got a train to Bonn in Germany.Finally,they got on the right train,and they arrived back in Boulogne a week after their'short walk around the town.'Mr Long said,'This was our first trip abroad and probably our last!'
Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So you need not try to remember something,
You remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that you could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
You try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, you try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
So you need not try to remember something,
You remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that you could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
You try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, you try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
Darkest light, brightest sight
Midnight sky, Nyx's day
That navy ribbon shall lead the way
Full moon, Selene's sun
It soon shall be the only one...
heres another one
No red,
No yellow,
No blue,
No white,
Nature is gone,
The flowers are dead,
There be no more light,
Black!
Everywhere around.
Scream!
There is no other sound.
All is lost.
And then another:
Fly,
So high,
HIgh as the sky,
Into seeping blackness.
No light is upon us,
And nothing is ever clear.
Diamond bright,
Beauty in there eyes,
The stars are alive.
AND THEN ANOTHER!!!!
Midnight sky,
Burning ice,
No more, no more, no more,
Say it thrice.
Light will be engulfed in a black haze.
We have gone through the Council's faze.
BLOODY HELL!!!!!!
what yu think it means?
yu think its a prophesy?
idk! HELP!!!! i sometimes write poems in my sleep!! i dont memba riting them but they in my handwriting!! TELL ME WHAT IS HAPPENING!!!!
Midnight sky, Nyx's day
That navy ribbon shall lead the way
Full moon, Selene's sun
It soon shall be the only one...
heres another one
No red,
No yellow,
No blue,
No white,
Nature is gone,
The flowers are dead,
There be no more light,
Black!
Everywhere around.
Scream!
There is no other sound.
All is lost.
And then another:
Fly,
So high,
HIgh as the sky,
Into seeping blackness.
No light is upon us,
And nothing is ever clear.
Diamond bright,
Beauty in there eyes,
The stars are alive.
AND THEN ANOTHER!!!!
Midnight sky,
Burning ice,
No more, no more, no more,
Say it thrice.
Light will be engulfed in a black haze.
We have gone through the Council's faze.
BLOODY HELL!!!!!!
what yu think it means?
yu think its a prophesy?
idk! HELP!!!! i sometimes write poems in my sleep!! i dont memba riting them but they in my handwriting!! TELL ME WHAT IS HAPPENING!!!!
Diem Mirabilis
Morning:
for Morning is made
of mysteries and uncertainties
the hopes of beginnings
the risks of unknowns
the potential for greatness
or failure
Midday:
for Midday is the height
of the glory of the sun
the climax of twenty-four hours
the brightness that blinds and clarifies
the answers once hidden
now unveiled
Sunset:
for Sunset arrives
with the final shift of the sky
the afterglow of the triumph
the sweetness of the last drop
the closing chapter of a story
and the beginning...
of a new one.
You hurt me,
Both externally,
And internally,
You twist a pin into my heart,
And gather my flowing blood onto a cart.
You think you can hurt me,
Just because you gave me money,
You think you can make my life like hell,
Just because I am the one who made you fell.
I wish you have never given birth to me,
I wish I can expose what you are for all to see.
I hate you,
And I hate you to the heart's core,
I want you to hear my vengeful call.
I respect you because I must,
Yet you blame me for not giving you my trust.
How can I love, or trust, a person like you?
Who makes me feel I'm feebler than cotton wool?
I am forever imprisoned to you by blood,
For as long as I live,
The relation between us cannot be cut,
But soon I will take my leave,
Hoping that forever you will grieve
Both externally,
And internally,
You twist a pin into my heart,
And gather my flowing blood onto a cart.
You think you can hurt me,
Just because you gave me money,
You think you can make my life like hell,
Just because I am the one who made you fell.
I wish you have never given birth to me,
I wish I can expose what you are for all to see.
I hate you,
And I hate you to the heart's core,
I want you to hear my vengeful call.
I respect you because I must,
Yet you blame me for not giving you my trust.
How can I love, or trust, a person like you?
Who makes me feel I'm feebler than cotton wool?
I am forever imprisoned to you by blood,
For as long as I live,
The relation between us cannot be cut,
But soon I will take my leave,
Hoping that forever you will grieve
