feeling poetic

And I refuse to close my eyes, even if only for a while
You see I can't stand the thought of you, can't stand to see you smile.
- Miriam Haugland

oh never had I met anyone more graceful and charming. Pride only being to his benefit. Yet he had this darkness hanging over him. A dark power that tormented him. So amiable that one could not help but being enchanted. Yet one could not talk to him without shivering. Slightly frightened. My mind told me to keep distance, but I could not be led by reason. One thought developed into courage and so I spoke. and so he listened. He answared. So I looked at him. One look. His dark features possessed me. Dark though saintlike features. His piercing eyes looked straight through me. The world went gloomy. There was nothing more. Our look embraced one another. Possessed etch others consistence. One might say it was the look of love. But it was not so. It was something more. Something deeper. Something dangerous. Yet I was not frightened. He knew. He smiled.

good night. I know it is.

They ran through the rain. The water twirled around their blurry figures. Once sheltered from the wet weather he stopped and gazed into the eyes of his beloved. "God truly blessed me when he sent me an angel from heaven," he said and kissed the face that appeared so sacred to him. His beloved smiled with eyes of joy and whispered in his ear "In my opinion he sent me to heaven when he gave me you." They kissed etch other again with a passion. Water ran down their joyful faces but the couple was too happy to notice. The woman sighed happy and said "I know I shall sleep well tonight. I'm protected with the idea of a guardian angel. Good night my love, Good night" She kissed his cheek and then she ran inside. The man stood frozen on the doorstep thanking God for having mercy on his soul. "Good night indeed, my love" he whispered and stepped out to feel the cold rain on his frail skin.

Burn me with the flame of love

Jane Eyre Screen-shot 

Oh. How I loved him. I loved him with the passion of an eternal burning flame. My candle lit his eyes, and made them fade when we were parted. Oh. How could it be? This love was for everyone to see. I gave my praise to God and all creatures. Mother nature did not longer deceive me, but patted me gently on the cheek. I gracefully flew through life in his arms. Joy, oh what joy I was to feel when I was his and he were mine. If spells were to be cast upon me it would have to creek from me. No one could harm me. No one but him. One word from him and my days would be over. One sentence from him and my mouth would be silent. One announcement would rip me from the ground. Throw me to the gallows. I did not need to worry, though. Always did he care. I wanted to cry out in ecstasy. Never care if people thought I was wild. My world was fully completed when he looked me in the eyes. One touch enough to make me marvel. His arms forever my home. 

"some things are worth getting your heart broken for"

She knew it would come one day. He would vanish from her life. Yet how could she accept it? She loved him with a love deeper than the ocean. She'd promised to stay with him. Left a safe parallel universe for him. He'd tried to spare her. Though he felt the same. She thought they would still be together after she sacrificed her safety for him. That it would all be over in a moment. They'd travelled across the universe together. How could they be parted? Earlier versions of her had warned her. She had asked them for advice. One of them said that some things are worth getting your heart broken for, another said that One may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel. So that was what she did. But then the world ripped them apart. The sorrow was too much to bare. Her whole world burned to pieces. She couldn't heal. Then she heard him in her dreams. He kept whispering her name. Kept wanting her. She followed the dream. Met him on the beach. He wasn't real though. He was just a picture. She told him she loved him. He smiled. He'd never looked as beautiful before. Then he said he only had the time left to say something important. Her heart raced. She knew the words. He said her name, but then he vanished. All left were her tear-drops on the sandy beach. 

The doctor regenerate

Having a Doctor Who marathon.
David Tennant: sexy, funny, smart and so terrible talented. Did mansion hot?
Doctor Who is the most brilliant series ever made!