Feather on my hand

Feather on this hand
In whispers as soft as a kiss,
Tell me the secrets of this land
The ones we search yet always miss

Life�s simple pleasures.

Feather resting before me
From the flesh of a winged being,
Among the clouds you see
The small things that give our lives meaning

A fleeting smile
Or two.

Gently you speak to me
In tendrils of silk-like threads,
The secrets of the sky and sea
Where the sand records the print of my treads

Of my existence.

Are you a messenger?
A reminder of Life�s beauty.
Are you a harbinger?
A reminder of Life�s lethargy

That I am merely
A mortal.

Smile

Ok everyone! Get ready!
On the count of three say �Cheese�!

Ready and steady?
On the count of three go!

One

Two

Two and a half

Two and three quarters

/Click/

Three

It�s only a Kodac moment if it ain�t feigned ya know!

Drunk on Moonlight

Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are

Smiling from high above
Showering me with all your love

Shimmer shimmer big bright moon
How I wish it�ll be midnight soon

A time when all is magic
And turns beautiful anything tragic

Midnight is a time for dreams
To places where nothing is what it seems

So I drink to you right here and now
Cheers for teaching the basics of how

Drunken dreams are magical.

My Voice Will Sing

Someday I will sing to you
A song embroidered with lace
In a voice that will bring to you
The warmth of an embrace

Some say my feelings are false
Like a girl�s lullaby to a doll
Copying the actions of their mother
They say this song of mine has no soul

Sometimes I feel too calculated
This connection of ours works
Like numbers and mathematics
The right spoons to go with the forks

Sometimes my arms feel too long
I want to hold you painfully tight
But my voice leaves me always
So I wear this indifferent mask in daylight

Someday I will sing to you
A song embroidered with lace
In a voice that will bring to you
The warmth of my embrace

Gift Fanfiction for: Integra
Devoted to: http://www.mangareaders.com
Rating: G
Genre: Humour/Spamfic

Elanor presents:

Roy's Secret

�Why do I even BOTHER to report to you?! You already know EVERY BLOODY DETAIL! If you give me another smirk of yours I SWEAR I will transmute you into a paperclip for the next report I have to write for you! **** equivalent trade!�

There was a howling, pissed off Fullmetal Alchemist standing before Roy at ten past noon. If looks could kill, there would be a cold and stiff Colonel corpse already. Of course, Roy being Roy chose that moment to� smirk.

I shall leave your imagination inform you of the state Central HQ was in for the next few days as the building was being examined and considered �dangerous�, �unstable� and an �unfit working environment�.

�So how DOES the Colonel do it First Lieutenant?� Havoc asked one bright and sunny day.

�Hm?�

�How DOES Colonel Mustang keep track of the Fullmetal boss? I mean, sure word of him spreads fast but even I�ve gotta admit the speed travels to reach the Colonel�s ears is uncanny.�

�The Colonel has a well informed intelligence network. You should know that by now, Havoc.�

�Yeah yeah, but you�d think Hughes would be too wrapped up with his daughter complex to keep up with the Fullmetal boss along with all the other tasks he�s got.�

�Major Hughes is not the only intelligence source Colonel Mustang puts to good use. Havoc, have you never heard of the insidious organization called the Hagaren Fan Club?�

�Hagaren?�

�It�s a fond term used by those familiar to the organization. Short for Hagaren no Renkinjitsushi. If your geographical knowledge is extensive, you�ll know it�s the language to the country up of Xing known as Japan. In our language it would translate to Fullmetal Alchemist.�

��You�re kidding me. Quit pulling my leg.�

�Edward has fangirl appeal. You�ll find his name a regular on popular forums and teahouses there. Next time you go I suggest you go to a forum called �Mangareaders� located in an English-speaking community on building 980 on Annie Mae street.�

So the secret was out and as First Lieutenant Hawkeye walked out the office she had a small but satisfied curve on her lips. This should keep the Colonel busy and away from the call girls for a while yet.

�Oh, Havoc? I suggest you wear civilian clothes when you go there. A bit of a disguise wouldn�t hurt either. You�ve got a bit of a fan base there too.�

Lisa Hawkeye�s footsteps echoed through the silence she left behind her.

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