Prologue

my last day
i woke up too early
escaping my drowning dreams
the unpleasant keep eating the pleasant ones
they do torture me
please leave me be
these dreams I can not accept
if you're in the unconcious
stay there
just stay
don't show yourself to me please
i want my easy life back
to stay loyal to my old dreams
today's the last day of finals
finally
accomplished and over
the buzz i will miss
but the wuthering silence could accompany me

A 5th Dream (A Hater)

Morning
A fifth dream
I was shouting at her
So relieved and hurt at the same time
I threw an umbrella at her
She seemed to like my anger and agony
How could she enjoy this fight?!
Someone was watching us fight
but really not doing anything just watching
Its like a heavy cross on my back
She altered my perception of forgiveness
She made me as cold as ice
Only to her
I do not want to be a hater
But she encouraged me to become one
One day
I want this hate to end.

Full Circle

It’s basically about the concept of having a full circle
Things being in full revolution
Starting and ending, but somehow managing to have a new beginning once again,
just like a circle making a 360 degree turn.

So its a fan fic, in lieu of Meyer's Sequels
Hope its not lame
I just want to try it
After some encouragements (also)
Its in our page in TTS.com
here is the link:
http://www.thetwilightsaga.com/group/fanfiction/forum/topics/full-circle-chap1-completenew

Here's a glimpse:

Prologue

It scared me.
Am I still capable of getting scared?
No more dreams.
I can not dream anymore –yet as if I desired ever having them ever since?
I was never rested before, never once in my humanity were my dreams that kind to me. They tormented me, as hell would. Yet now this is more than even dreaming, far more better than any woven fantasy.

Last Night

Last night,
No it was near dawn already
My dream was about getting lost
I hated it so much
I knew the place
How could I even get lost?
Without money and cell phone
It was pointless

Almost Strangers

nonsense

today its all nonsense

my dreams this early dawn

was pathetic

But i love pathethic

pathetic and non-compulsive

he was not there

the stranger, the artist, the painter

although another almost stranger

Emailed me in my dream

I could remember the smile

given always to me by this almost stranger

Strangers, almost strangers, closures

all of them wildly partying in my dreams

Unfair, unfair for my tugging heart

Tugging me to be still

To see only this small big heart

To be owned with all mind and soul

By this tugging heart

loyal to its sway, focused on its passion

to stay beside him

until death

What about my dreams

What would I make of them?

What about my tugging heart?

The only one, which is real?

These are still questions.

Still questions

Outdream

i breathed
I survived
Over the power
the power of a stranger
Over me
Strangling me
Seeing the truth
I learned to breathe
To fly again
with the breeze
To walk again
in the clouds
To see nakedness
It hurted
It bored a hole
To see clarity
A pain and relief at the same time
Astonishing
I never felt release
The power drained out
I was free from his glare
Just praying to be free also
Of paralyzing dreams
Dreams of a stranger

NOTICE by GOMEZ

Theres a video below (below-below).I kind of made it..haphazardly. (but the song's really good)

It starts with something like this..

I stopped tryin' to write the things I don't like

And I started goin' back to where I'd been before

She said "I don't blame you I'd do the same

"Opportunity knocks knocks knocks open the door"

But I think she saw through it I see through myself

Another chance gone, won't get many more

Chorus:

But that's not the only lie I told you

That's not the only lie I told you

You never notice

The only lie I told you, that's not the only lie I told you

You never notice