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|  Author | Topic: Mr. Brightside (Read 27 times) |
Zelda B. Armstrong
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« Result #2 on Feb 16, 2006, 2:42pm » | ![[Quote]](http://s4.images.proboards.com/buttons/quote.gif) |
Mr Brightside
I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his-chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, letting me go
And I just can't look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr Brightside
I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his-chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, letting me go
Cause I just can't look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr Brightside
I never...
I never...
I never...
I never...
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| | Author | Topic: URHGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!11 (Read 37 times) |
URGHGHGHGHGG Bri
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« Result #3 on Feb 7, 2006, 3:06pm » | |
I hate it when people use your email address. it happens to me a lot. if people would ask, it wouldn't be so bad.....
it makes me mad...........
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| | Author | Topic: ~THE STORY~ (Read 31 times) |
Zelda B. Armstrong
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MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
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Karma: 0 | | ~THE STORY~
« Result #4 on Jan 23, 2006, 2:41pm » | |
~THE STORY~
As I sit at my window gazing at the bay, in my mind, this is where I am. No one can hurt me, no one can tell me lies, and no one can force me to make a decision. I stare out this window looking for answers that I know I’ll never find. I keep wishing the cool blue water will take me away. I see his face, a smile so warm, a touch so tender, eyes the same color of the faded blue water. He’s standing there, looking at me. He’s only bout five feet away, so I don’t move. I know he will come to me. Step by step, I hear his feet on the floor. He’s getting closer, I can feel it. Pulling my dark brown eyes from the enchantment of the sunset, I turn to see how close he is. He’s right there. His eyes fixed on me. He says I’m beautiful, and I smile. A smile so happy because of that warm feeling it gives me. He reaches his hand out to take mine, smiling, he knows I will come. I hold the blanket I have wrapped around me with one hand. He takes the other hand. He’s smiling at me, more and more I feel this warmth.
The sun is almost fully set.
“It will be getting cooler in a while,” he said. I listen to him, because he’s been here a while, longer than me, and he knows the weather.
While it’s still partially warm, I ask if we can swim for a minute. I had been swimming all day. He knew that. My hair had finally been dry for about an hour or so, but I loved the water. I loved the way it cooled my burning skin from the heat of the day. It was refreshing. I wanted to do it again for the last time today.
The sun was barely up, going down. He said it was okay. I still have my swimsuit on. It’s white. As white as lilies in a field of black roses.
We walk hand in hand, down to the beach. Not much has been said this whole time. Just loving gazes and stares are exchanged.
I wade in and then dive under. The coolness of the water hits my skin, the flowers he had put in my hair float away. Small sunflowers, from a garden growing outside the porch rail. This is my home for me and whom I choose. The view of the water is mine. It’s my place of surrender.
As we swim, his hair becomes coarser than it was before. The salt water adds a form of body. My hair, of course, is no longer dry.
Within the blink of an eye, it becomes dark. By the reflection, it seems as we are swimming under or in a blanket of stars within minutes. The city is at least fifteen miles away, all of the stars are visible. No one can tell us what to do or who to love. I love him; I want him to stay here with me. No one will care if I come back or not. They all trust me. They know I can take care of myself.
We both float on our backs in the glittered water, hand in hand. I close my eyes, and see nothing; I feel nothing, but his love around me. So calmly, he says he loves me. I open my eyes to tell him I love him too. I love everything about him. His eyes, his hair, his freckles, his soft skin, and last, but certainly not least, the way he loves me. I’m feeling tired, so I walk out of the water. I grab my towel and sit on the beach. He walks out of the water, soaking wet. He shakes his head like a dog. I laugh. It’s funny how he can easily make me smile. I move my towel out and lay down as he walks up to me. He lays down beside me and kisses my cheek. So soft and wet, he touches my face and starts caressing it with his fingers. I turn over to lay on him, and the sound of the water on the shore is in rhythm with the beat of his heart. Although he is wet, he is warm. We lay for an hour or so and then we get up to go in the house.
As we walk in, the scent of jasmine and lavender incense fills my head. I sit on the couch as he walks over and starts a fire.
“Are you hungry?” he asks. I tell him
“No, not really.”
I had just eaten before we went swimming. He went into the kitchen to get a drink. I grab the blanket on the back of the couch and wrap it around me. The fire is glowing. Blue and orange blazes flame lash out rays of heat. I feel the warmth on my face. I stare, thinking...
He returns with a glass of ice water. He offers me a sip, I take one. He sits down by me and I place my head on his shoulder. He kisses my head. We sit and talk about the past and future, what has happened and what will happen. How we managed to hurt one another so much but wind up back together and in love like we’ve never been before. We talk about things we would change in the world, like children dieing, people starving, earthquakes, hurricanes and such. This whole time we are talking, he is running his fingers along my arm. He likes to touch me and he says my skin is soft. It always is, whether I use lotion or not.
We keep talking about what we had before….before the lie….before the betrayal….before the horrid truth…..before the tears….before he left. But I was here now and it had restored itself. I know we’ll never love again as much as we did, because some had withered away. We realized how much we hurt each other and forgave one another.
In the summer, he had come back to me, like he promised he would. I remember that night. I didn’t think he would actually do it, but he did. I was shocked.
That night……..we spent hours talking, catching up, not caring about time or anything else for that matter. I guess I began to fall for him again. As we talked, we were sitting in the couch in my apartment, listening to music. Soft, sultry music, a CD he had brought. It had our song on it. As I listened, I cried. I hadn’t realized how much I had missed him. He cried too. He put his hand on my face, traced my jaw-bone, down to my chin, until his finger was under my chin. He started to pull me closer and closer, like he used to do. He kept staring at me, with hope of a response from me. I felt him and the waves of the music pull me in. We kissed. I felt those soft lips that I hadn’t kissed in years. They were still the same. The same warmth, the same touch, the same softness. How could I have ever forgotten that kiss? I didn’t and that was it. He leaned back to look at me, I smiled. He smiled too. We both knew it wouldn’t be long before we fell in love all over again. This is what I was looking for, I had found it again.
I still remember exactly everything we did that night. Everything. But detail doesn’t matter now, nothing very exciting thought, just cuddling and smiles. All I cared about was him and me. He took me back with him, to where we are now. The house, the shore, the water, he brought me here. I love the view at sunset, we watch it almost everyday.
Now the fire is going down a bit. He stirs the hot coals. He smiles at me.
“Did you know you look extremely beautiful today?”
I laugh a little.
“You say that every day.” I reply.
“Well that must mean you get even more beautiful everyday.” “Yes, that’s it. B-e-a-utiful.” “Especially with that smile.”
A certain smile I always get when he calls me that. Beautiful, it’s my nickname for him.
After turning the bright red and glowing orange coals, he comes to sit by me. He wraps his arms around me. I feel safe. I know no harm can come to me when he holds me. We gaze at the dieing flame, barely existent. I tell him I love him and close my eyes, I lay my head on his chest as he kisses my forehead.
I can hear the water splashing on the shore, the birds settling in for the night, his heartbeat. I smell the incense, the breeze, his clothes. This entire atmosphere feels so much like a fantasy, but at the same time, I know it’s real.
I close my eyes, thinking of when I should go back. I shouldn’t, I like it here. If I go back, it will mean I have to leave him. I don’t want to loose him again. I don’t think my heart could stand it if I lost him again. I’ve met all of his friends, my things are in his house, he lives and provides on his own. No, I won’t go back. Only to visit for Christmas, or thanksgiving, or some special holiday. Maybe I’ll visit in the summer. Yes, that’s it. I’ll go back in the summer. He will come with me when I go.
I tell him I feel a little cool, he lets me up so I can put on some pajamas. My white and pink pajamas. Spaghetti strap white shirt, and pink panther bottoms. So cute. While I change, he changes too. Out of his t-shirt and swim shorts into a clean shirt and flannel pants. We sit back on the couch under the blanket.
I think about the kiss we just had not too long ago. Right after he had come back. The one where I couldn’t help but fall into him. We haven’t kissed since. I guess we’ve been too shy or scared to kiss again. We’ve been fine though. I wanted to kiss him again.
I get up from the couch again and put the CD on. The same music we kissed to. I lay on him again, under the blanket. I bring my face close to his. I smile at him. He knows I want something, he know if I want something, I go for it. Without hesitation, I lean forward, into him. He knew it was coming, he knows almost everything about me, how I feel sometimes, what I like, what I hate. It all rolls together somehow. I keep leaning forward, hoping, thinking. My heart starts to beat faster and faster. I feel he heartbeat on my chest, doing the same thing. Like define drama, and suspense in a horror movie, I edge closer and closer. I’m as close as I could possibly be. Nose to nose. Now he fully knows what I want. He wants it too. He leans towards me more, and kisses me. Like a raven shot out of the sky, I’ve completely fallen for him. I want more from him. He knows. He starts to pull the bottom of my shirt up, caressing every inch of my lower back, and moves further up every second. His hands feel soft, and warm. I do the same to him. Our song comes on as he begins kissing my neck, working his way down. As time goes by, we both wind up with everything off and the sound of love fading into the night. Whispers that only the hopeless romantic can think of. All we know is love.
I feel a warm breeze on my face, and the smell of bacon and eggs opens my eyes. Breakfast, yes, but I’m not too hungry. Just a little bit. I hear him singing, off pitch, but so adorable.
My hair is a mess on the pillow. How the pillow got there, I don’t know. I guess he put it there when he got up. I sit up, with half of my hair in my face. I stretch as far as my arms can go. I can hear the pots and pans banging. I feel so happy. I loved last night, how everything fell into place, the love, the making of it. It was all so magical. I’m not so sure it was real, but it had to be, or I wouldn’t feel so great. I stand up and wrap the blanket around my bare-naked self and walk to the kitchen.
He turns around and looks at me.
“Good morning beautiful.” He says with a smile.
I look at him with a funny face.
“Ya right.” I counter.
Our morning conversation starts,
“What are you making?”
“Bacon and eggs.” I knew it.
“There’s milk in the fridge if you want.”
“Thanks.”
I had only been there about a week, and we had eaten out every night. He took me to fancy restaurants, places on the boardwalk. I didn’t know where any dishes were.
I mad my way to the bathroom, turned on the shower and go in. I think about last night. The water feels warm against my neck. The mornings here are a little cool. After I get out, I put my bikini back on and some clothes over it. Shorts, and a t-shirt. It’ll be warm soon. I’ve learned that much.
I walk back into the kitchen to find a plate sitting on the table. Scrambled eggs and two slices of bacon. It’s delicious.
“Hey, I didn’t know you could cook.”
“Hey girl, be nice now.”
“Well you surprised me.”
“Well, you know I try.” He said with a goofy smile.
He leaves to go get dressed, I wait on the couch. I got a good night's sleep. He walks up behind me, tells me he loves me as he hugs me. The love, it’s there, completely there. There’s nothing else I could ask foe. Being 22, free living, independent, in love, all that good stuff.
I graduated at seventeen, went to college for four years, got a job at the same place my dad worked. I’m not too bright, but computers is my area, my sanctuary, my specialization. He loves computers too. He programs, I fix.
I grab my purse as we head out the door. He asks what I want to do tonight. I don’t care, as long as I’m with him, it really doesn’t matter.
I think about last night again. All of the fun we had, how romantic it was, how he made me feel. It was fantastic. We were both new to this. We both know it changes everything, our perspective of one another, how we feel for each other, how deep we love each other, it’s all changed. I love him more and more every second of every minute of every hour. I decide to myself, he is the one for me. He is mine. No one can take him from me.
We’re driving in his car, down the boulevard of Santa Monica. He takes my hand and kisses it.
“I have a surprise for you.” He calmly says.
“Oh yeah?” “What is it?”
He knows I love surprises
“You’ll see.” He replies with a half smile-smirk at me. I do love surprises, but I don’t like to wait.
He drops me off at the gym and goes to work. He tells me to find a pretty, nice dress and gives me his card. I spend an hour at the gym, thinking about what he said, wondering. What could be so special that it’s a surprise? I have a feeling he’s taking me out to eat, but why should I buy another dress? Oh well.
I walk down the boardwalk going in all the stores, looking for the perfect dress. I see a black one, sparkly, not so innocent. I try on a size four. It fits perfectly, exactly over every curve. A v-neck halter top. The back is open almost all the way down to my butt. It’s beautiful. Just right.
I purchase the dress with his card and carry it with me to his office.
“Hey hun.” He says with a smile. “I get off in about ten minutes; I’ll take you back to the house so you can get ready.”
“Ready for what?”
“You’ll see, just get ready and don’t worry about it.”
“Okay.”
He knows it’s killing me to know what’s going on.
We get in the car, drive down the boulevard again, he drops me off at the house.
“If there’s anything you need, just call.”
I smile at him, he calls me beautiful.
“I love you.” He says as he drives away. I wave until he’s gone.
I rush inside, turn on the shower, take the world’s fastest shower, and get out. I take out my box of nail polish to decide what color my toes should be. Jaded pink. What a pretty color. Yes, jaded pink. I watch the new while I paint my tows layer after layer. A gun was found in the junior high locker room. Not much else. That kind of stuff is not too surprising here. I take the towel off of my head. I get my hair dryer and curling iron out of my bag. I pick through my hair, turn on the dryer and run it through my fingers, deciding if I should wear it down, or up. He likes my hair down, that’s how I should wear it.
I dig into my bag, searching for my little box of hair clips. I find them. I look through them deciding what color I should put in my hair. The pink ones, he says I always look good in pink. It’s my color. I start to curl my hair, thinking of why he wants to be so fancy tonight. Oh well, it’s a surprise, it’s got to be good.
He walks in the room, already showered, all he needs to do is tie his shoe laces and do his hair. He walks over and kisses me. He tells me to bring clothes to change into, I grab a pair of pants and a t-shirt. He walks back in with his arm stuck out like a shelf.
“My lady.” He says with a smile on his face.
I giggle, he’s so funny, I love how he makes me smile so easily.
I take his arm; we walk out to the car. He opens my door and I get in. I ask where we are going and he replies:
“Somewhere you haven’t been yet.” “Just wait, you’ll see.”
I feel so impatient, excited, waiting for what’s coming. My stomach starts turning. It always starts hurting when I’m excited.
We drive around the city, a part of the city I’ve never seen before. All of the houses are huge, front lawns clean, driveways with very nice new cars. Then there’s the restaurants, the shopping centers, the arcades. These city lights are all so beautiful. All of the signs shine like glitter. He asks how I’m feeling.
“Nervous a little, excited.”
“Nervous?!” “Why would you be nervous?”
“I don’t know, I guess it’s because I don’t know where we’re going or what we’re doing.”
He kisses my hand.
“It’s okay, we’re almost there.”
We arrive at a place with an Italian name, I can’t make it out. He pulls up in front. The hand takes his keys and wishes us a good time. He takes my hand and we walk to the table, following the host, through a large room, onto a patio where no one else is sitting. We order our drinks and the waiter leaves, closing the double doors behind hind. We are alone. He sits there and just stares at me.
“What?”
He lets out a happy sigh.
“Oh nothing. You just look soooo beautiful.”
I smile. The lights go off and Christmas lights around the ceiling and rails light up. A waterfall comes on. It’s beautiful. My head fills with excitement, the scent of raspberry candles, and the smell of spaghetti and garlic bread. Different smells, one at a time. I close my eyes and think about last night. The fire, the words, the passion in the kisses. He hakes my hand, I open my eyes. He stares at me, with the same look from last night. Eyes as blue as the water. The fires reflection in his eyes like looking at the sunset from the beach. A more subtle look now, less orange. He tells me a pick-up line he learned from one of the single guys at work.
“You must have a rally big heart, otherwise, how would you get all those stars in your eyes?”
I laugh.
“Oh how romantic.”
“Yes I know.”
He laughs too. He speaks again.
“You know, I love you. I love you so much; I would go to the end of the world for you. I’ve always loved you. Even after I left, I still love you. I don’t care about your past. I care about you and your love for me. I know you love me too, and I’ve waited so long to say this.”
He stands up out of his chair, takes my hand as he kneels on one knee. I feel my heart pound heavier and harder with excitement. I smile so big, it can’t get any bigger.
“Brianna, I love you.”
I feel tears of happiness coming through my eyes. He smiles.
“Brianna Armstrong………….will you……………………………”
~THE END~
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Result 6 of 16:
| | Author | Topic: Once Upon A Time.......... (Read 62 times) |
Zelda B. Armstrong
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MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
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« Result #6 on Jan 11, 2006, 10:36pm » | |
he liked to read and write, but mostly, he liked to draw. draw images in his mind of perfect people. women, men, you name it, he thought of it.
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| | Author | Topic: Once Upon A Time.......... (Read 62 times) |
life sucks
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« Result #7 on Jan 11, 2006, 10:20pm » | |
what a retard {dooey}
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| | Author | Topic: Once Upon A Time.......... (Read 62 times) |
dooey
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« Result #8 on Jan 11, 2006, 9:42pm » | |
who had an uncanny ability to tell peoples futures.......
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| | Author | Topic: Once Upon A Time.......... (Read 62 times) |
Zelda B. Armstrong
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MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
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« Result #9 on Jan 11, 2006, 2:31pm » | |
Once upon a time, there was this boy......
You add, I add, and so forth.............
Always,
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| | Author | Topic: Welcome (Read 54 times) |
Zelda B. Armstrong
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MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
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Gender: Female
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« Result #10 on Jan 9, 2006, 10:18pm » | |
pie-rats......okay..........whatever floats your boat.
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| | Author | Topic: Welcome (Read 54 times) |
dooey wilson
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« Result #11 on Jan 6, 2006, 9:50pm » | |
im glad you liked that song you can use it if you want i got it form a story im reading about pie-rats and stuff. well ima try and call you later so umm. byez
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| | Author | Topic: You Are (Read 39 times) |
Zelda B. Armstrong
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MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
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« Result #12 on Jan 6, 2006, 2:33pm » | |
You Are
You're my man, my mighty king,
And I'm the jewel in your crown,
You're the sun so hot and bright,
I'm your light-rays shining down,
You're the sky so vast and blue,
And I'm the white clouds in your chest,
I'm a river clean and pure,
Who in your ocean finds her rest,
You're the mountain huge and high,
I'm the valley green and wide,
You're the body firm and strong,
And I'm a rib bone on your side,
You're an eagle flying high,
I'm your feathers light and brown,
You're my man, my king of kings,
And I'm the jewel in your crown.
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| | Author | Topic: Welcome (Read 54 times) |
Zelda B. Armstrong
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MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
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Gender: Female
Posts: 13
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« Result #13 on Jan 6, 2006, 2:23pm » | |
Hey, welcome to my site. Hope you like it.
Love Always,
Brianna
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