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Two BoysTwo boys ran.
Their laughter an everlasting melody ,
That filled the air with such content.
Their pure heads bobbed along the long strands of grass.
Their young eyes wandered up to the sky,
As they reach up to the twin suns.

They were so beautiful.
Their beauty would make you cry,
Their innocence would make you smile,
So, so beautiful.

We were so jealous.
Their laughter would make your skin tingle with envy,
Their happiness would make you burn with hatred.
So, so jealous.

They shared a bond like no other.
We wanted to cut it,
Snap it,
Rip it up.

So we did.

We drove one insane.
We forced the other to runaway.

Run

Run. Keep running.
Don't look back.
Forget me, forget your home, forget your family.
Because we no longer matter.
What matters now is running.
Past the red fields, the orange sky, the burning suns.
Just keep running.
Don't you dare look back.
Don't even glance.
One look, and you'll regret it.
Past the stars, the worlds, the universe itself.
Years, centuries, millenniums.
You can't stop running.
You won't ever look back. Just in case.
But you feel it, don't you?
The pain, the guilt, the grief.
Because you kept running.
What are you running to?
Lost son of Gallifrey, where are you going?
Do you still feel the fire? The f

Like HimIf you think about it
We're all kind of like him
In our own way
We're all running from something
We're all looking for companionship
Except he does it in a different way
He runs in a blue box
You run on your feet
He finds friends by saving their lives
You find friends by talking to them
Even though he is a Time Lord
We can all strive to be like him

Doctor Who: NostalgiaThe Doctor hates to visit the same place twice. It's probably a Time Lord thing, really, though he never got the chance to ask and never will now. It does seem to tie into how he perceives time, and his amazing memory.

What happens when he visits a place twice is that he can see how everything used to be, will be. He sees the remnants of what used to be there, observes the beginning of what he saw in the future. The pictures run alongside each other in his brain, confusing him with spectres of friends and enemies long dead, unborn.

They're quite clearly not real, of course. Just - distracting, and he can forgive his Companions if they think

A doctor who poem

There are things that you see
And things you know
Things you realize from the start
And things you grow to know

There are places to go
And people to meet
Worlds to show
Cultures to see

Stars that shimmer
And galaxies that glimmer
Songs that are sung by unusual singers
About the places we have yet to be

I can show you all of it
Here and now
Unfold time and let you
walk the wanders way

At the end however
My hand remains silent
By my side
With no one to hold it

That is when i return
To the one place i belong
My love and my home
My magic box of hope

And joy

The White.He pressed his cheek against the cold, white wall. His hands slowly stroked the obstacle- it was a wall. Just a wall.

But it was so much more than that.

It was the only thing that stood between him and that girl- that amazing, funny, beautiful girl. That girl he loved more than the universe itself.

He wished, prayed, begged that it was just a wall- that he could turn a corner and see her there; laughing because he'd thought she'd gone. He wished he could open the door of his blue, blue box, and see her again.

But he couldn't.

Because he knew she was so far away.

She was universes, stars, times away, on the other side of the wall.

That

AloneRunning and running
From death, from pain
Travelling all of Time
To escape the inevitable
Flying in that phone box
Picking up friends
And loosing them
Having adventures
Risking his life
To save others
But in the end
When all is gone
He still remains
The last of his kind
Forever
Alone

Time TravelersSecret smiles and clockwise men
Tell me again, why did you trust them?
The trapdoor was under my feet.
But we're both falling because you're so goddamned sweet.
It's crazy how slow time passes when you're crawling through ventalation shafts,
And maybe we could speed it up,
Then we could save it for the times when we'd like to slow down,
Because those moments go by all to quickly, and they say time is flexible,
but it doesn't seem that way to me.

   Oh, take me away into wild unknowns
    This is what I want.
    I know it will kill me darling, I really don't mind.

Here Come The DrumsHere come the drums, can you hear them?
Beating on, listen, listen, they never stop, they never cease
Calling to war, striking hearts with their rhythm

A crack in the world gapes, an Untempered Schism
His eyes gaze inside, as speed does increase
Here come the drums, can you hear them?

Echoing, throbbing beats come forth from the chasm,
A shadow of the past, and the beats break it piece by piece
Calling to war, striking hearts with their rhythm

Bellowing and booming, the unbounded beating drums
Coming closer...and closer, madness in place of peace
Here come the drums, can you hear them?

Devastating, decimating, mighty, bold in tand

The Impossible PlanetThe urge to jump is much too kind,
A flighty name for a failing mind
The need to fall is it's true name
For soul's release, and abandon's gain
A desperate desire for release's sweet caress
And a sigh of rapture as thoughts do regress
Freedom of body and of the mind
Is the peace we all need, but never can find

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The Lonely Angel

by ~Aredell, Nov 9, 2010, 2:57:17 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Ever so softly the snow fell that night. 'Twas Christmas Eve 2005; and the white snow fell like tears.

The Doctor staggered through the snow... he knew that he had seen her- remembered her- met her- for the final time.

And Rose didn't know who he was.

Oh, how they'd run through the stars and watch them shine- he'd never forget her smile.
But she didn't know him. Not yet. She still had all that joy to come.

All that pain.

He collapsed, crying out in agony- he could see it coming, could almost grasp it with the tips of his fingers- the darkness. It loomed on the edge of his vision like a nightmare that the dreamer knows will come, as soon as they close their eyes.
Death.

But it wouldn't take him. Not completely. It would take this body, this form, this mind. But not him. He would still be there. On the edge of the light, reminding them that he was still there... if they would listen.

He was sobbing now, weeping like the clouds, the tears falling like the snow. He didn't want to leave- he didn't want to let go. He remembered all those times, all those people- he didn't want to leave all that behind.

But then he heard it- the voice of wisdom.
"This song is ending, but the story never ends."

The Doctor struggled up; he could see it now. The hope, the love, the joy. It drove the despair away, to hover at the edge of his mind. He walked towards the box- oh, how he loved that box.
He stepped inside, like he always did, dropped his coat over the bar, ignoring the rack, and stepped up to the console. The despair was returning, it was coming to find him again- he couldn't hold it off.
He stared at his hands. It was starting. He was dying, alone, again. Alone. The Lonely Angel. Soaring above the minds, hearts and dreams of six billion beautiful creatures.
He spoke.

"I don't want to go!"

Then the Angel fell.