HeliosCaeli

   "And that's it for today, class. Miss ______, Mister Kirkland…" said professor Dimor. Everyone got up and left or followed the teacher for some extra info, but you stayed exactly where you were. When everyone was out of the room except you and Arthur, he stood up.   "We haven't appropriately met, I'm Arthur Kirkland" he said, stretching his hand towards you.   "Arthur" you tested how it sounded. "_________  _________" you said half-hearted and shook his hand. "Thank you for earlier, for helping me with that weirdo", you smiled.   "That frog never stops driving me insane".   "You know him?" you asked curiously.   "Unfortunate

You were new in England. You loved London, the way it looked and the way the rain felt on your skin, especially the smell of it on the asphalt roads of the city. It was your biggest dream to study there, but your parents couldn't afford your university fee so you had soon gotten it out of your mind. But when you got that scholarship everything changed. Your dream suddenly wasn't so far away, and you were going to England! Your dream of becoming a doctor and live in London was about to become true. But you kind of deserved it; all your hard work had finally paid off. When you landed in London you were so excited and looked around you in amaze

I don't think I can dance twirl around with her in my arms What if I break her? God, I'll never forsake her Wait, does she even know my name? And I can't stop talking to myself hoping she was here to hear me I can't stop can't help myself hoping she was here near me ---------- Chorus: On the sheets of white feathers having let loose her hair she sleeps embracing the dark As for me I just dream of her eyes of her rosy kiss and I wish I wouldn't wake up ---------- I don't think I can talk speak the words I so badly hold What if I fail her? God, I'll never ail her Wait, does she even know my name? And I can't stop tal

And you won't see it white until you've given up yourself in black And you won't shed those tears of joy If you had never shed the sad ones first So if you fall out of the worlds' hands tell me, what would you do? Get up, get up, I can't see you anymore Get up, get up, I heard your voice screaming "And I screamed but no one would listen And I begged but left here to wither My eyes have lost sight of this beautiful beautiful sky And I crawled but no one was there And I frowned but no one would care My eyes have lost sight of this beautiful beautiful sky" And you can't trust your fears until you've lived in them for quite

You say you hate it but I can see it works fine for you Are you a sinner or a saint cause really there's no medium Are you the cure or the problem itself your choice to make Say, are you getting better or just used to it? If you had everything where would you keep it? So don't waste time and don't let time waste you Because one life is enough if you work it right One life is enough if you work it right Look at you, so poorly dressed where is the smile you always wore Wise or fools we're no different cause really who can know Are you the remedy or the poison itself your choice to make Say, are you getting better or just us

Ήταν παραμονή Χριστουγέννων, και ο Άγιος Βασίλης ετοίμαζε το έλκηθρο του, έξω στη χιονισμένη αυλή του. Τα ξωτικά είχαν ακόμα αρ

Πέμπτη, 27 Οκτωβρίου 2011. Κάθε τρία χρόνια, ο Λυκειάρχης προτείνει μια σχολική εκδρομή στο Ρούπελ, το οχυρό στα σύνορα Ελλάδας-Βουλγ&#

"Hey brother" Tulu said reaching for his hand A tear he had yet to shed he looked the cratered land Burned soil, he's breathing in his body is now shaking The sorrow that he keeps within his heart is slowly breaking He looks above the dusted air the sun it has obscured The smell of blood and of despair his wounds cannot be cured What Tulu doesn't know at all is that he's near to death A bomb explodes, twelve meters tall fire is now his breath Why does he try to talk to him? His brother isn't here His peaceful mind fades away disposing of his fear And Tulu smiles gently the battlefield his home his bed this wicked wastela

There's a young man sitting all alone He only whispers his secrets, they're unknown No one's ever asked him what they really were Neither did he tell them the weight alone he bared   There's a grown up man screaming in the cold He only curses this unfair world No one's ever asked him what he really felt Neither did he care if his heart would melt There's an elderly man singing to the heavens His weakened voice lighter than feathers No one's ever asked him why he loved to sing Neither did he tell them "To keep away that sting" There's an old man writing down a story Tales of a dream world with endless love and

Wake up in the middle of the night I hurry and go to switch on the light Phew, no monsters around no vampires no magic No demons my room surround that dream was almost tragic I should have seen the other one the movie with the romance At least my dream would have a guy who offers me red roses And once again I go to bed and try not to dream Later I wake up again I want so bad to scream "Good morning sunshine!" someone says I look him in the eyes "Today we'll watch a horror film!" "Noooo!" I yell within my cries