Showing posts with label pain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pain. Show all posts
The Hollow
Title: The Hollow
Author: Jessica Verday
Pub: Simon & Schuster Children's Publishing
Pub Date: September 2009
Ever been fascinated by the Legend of Sleepy Hollow? Then here's an amazing back story to this wonderful legend. I just recently had the chance to read this book and finish it in...ta da! 2 days :) good record if I do say so myself ladies and germs. This book is a wonderful read filled with mystery, romance (yum) and dark secrets lurking within. This story will have you craving for more and more with every chapter. Betrayal is a delicious subject in the story. Love is the best pain one can feel. And a reality check? More like legend-coming-to-real-life-in-a-boring-town. Ha! as if right? or am i telling the truth? hmmmm.
If your a fan of the Vampire Diaries by L.J. Smith, this is a story to sink your feelings in.
The sequel to this fascinating book is called The Haunted. I wonder what is to happen? ;)
Salvation
Hey ya'll. so i guess you didn't know that i write poetry....well i do. :)
here's my latest. Hope you like it.
Teardrops of rain cry on a black puddle
Clouds like ancient guards, blocking the sunshine
The world turned black and white against it's will
No freedom
Pain, sadness...madness ingulfs on that black puddle
As the clock ticks backwards, so do my memories
Trapped in a hall down memory lane
All doors locked with no key
Except one
The one door opens with a special key
Him
Teardrops of rain become into joy of rainbows
Royal sunshine outlaw the ancient guards
Loving color fills the breatheless world with life
Salvation
One small black puddle metaphores into crystal clear light
As the clock ticks foward, a red rose slowly blooms in my heart
Time passes and he's all my mind can register
Worthless memories are replaced with moments, never to be forgotten
Thank you for being the color in my black and white portrait
here's my latest. Hope you like it.
Teardrops of rain cry on a black puddle
Clouds like ancient guards, blocking the sunshine
The world turned black and white against it's will
No freedom
Pain, sadness...madness ingulfs on that black puddle
As the clock ticks backwards, so do my memories
Trapped in a hall down memory lane
All doors locked with no key
Except one
The one door opens with a special key
Him
Teardrops of rain become into joy of rainbows
Royal sunshine outlaw the ancient guards
Loving color fills the breatheless world with life
Salvation
One small black puddle metaphores into crystal clear light
As the clock ticks foward, a red rose slowly blooms in my heart
Time passes and he's all my mind can register
Worthless memories are replaced with moments, never to be forgotten
Thank you for being the color in my black and white portrait
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