

It's Not What You Think. -1-Nathaniel Winters was a tall, well muscled man with light skin and orange hair that practically screamed his Irish heritage. Pale blue eyes scanned the room with an amused expression and the hint of a smile tugging at the back of his lips. Taking it all in, he turned around to see a man, much taller than him, with a menacing air and slicked back, black hair. The man straightened his tie and dusted off his black suit with a sick smile spreading slowly over his face. He opened his mouth to speak with a threatening sneer on his face- but Nathaniel had other ideas.It's Not What You Think. -1-
Ah, thank God, someone else- this is the weirdest hospital I


In Your Head In Your Head By: GrimblesIn Your Head
I am the voice In the back of your head. I give you hope. I fill you with dread.
I'm an enigma. I take no form. Don't try to understand; You'll get lost in the storm.
Tears stain me Cold, dark blue. Reds of passion Cloud my view.
Yellows for your fears. Purples for you peace. Whites for your joys. Black for when all things cease.*
This is not good-bye. This is not farewell. I am there. Where your darkest dreams dwell.*


In My DreamsHow can this be That I've seen you there In my dreams Where things are good, It's all as it seems And I'm happy in them Because you think of me.In My Dreams
How can this be, That you dont spare me a thought. And I cling to you Like- like youre all Ive got. Though I will myself to stay away! In your snare, Im caught.
See, boy, you make me Bite my rabid tongue. A look in my direction Makes me dumb. Because of you, To the rest of the world, I'm numb.
How can this be That I can barely
| I'mma Grimbles. I write and act. A lot. Mainly short stories. I appreciate all art and I'm very easy to impress. I generally only have praise for people. I appreciate comments and critiques very much. So if you can help in anyway, please do so! |
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