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Monday, March 29, 2010

into the night sky


I lay awake,
staring into the night sky outside my window.
I see the shadows on the moon.
The way the trees dance in the wind.
The rustling of the leaves rolling on the grown.
But when I listen there is no sound.
I press my face up to the glass.
It feels so cold and gloomy.
I try not to stare at the night sky.
But the way it sparkles,
ketches my eye,
I think for a very long time,
and try not to hide,
all the things I felt inside.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

long distance :(


I feel dampe and dark inside,
Its hard for me to stay by your side,
hold my heart as you go,
telling me you love me so,
hold on tight with all you got,
Because long distance can be harder then we thought.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

At the Zoo

At the Zoo
by William Makepeace Thackeray

First I saw the white bear, then I saw the black;
Then I saw the camel with a hump upon his back;
Then I saw the grey wolf, with mutton in his maw;
Then I saw the wombat waddle in the straw;
Then I saw the elephant a-waving of his trunk;
Then I saw the monkeys—mercy, how unpleasantly they smelt!

The Tyger

The Tyger
by William Blake

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

The Ghazal of What Hurt

The Ghazal of What Hurt
by Peter Cole

Pain froze you, for years—and fear—leaving scars.
But now, as though miraculously, it seems, here you are

walking easily across the ground, and into town
as though you were floating on air, which in part you are,

or riding a wave of what feels like the world's good will—
though helped along by something foreign and older than you are

and yet much younger too, inside you, and so palpable
an X-ray, you're sure, would show it, within the body you are,

not all that far beneath the skin, and even in
some bones. Making you wonder: Are you what you are—

with all that isn't actually you having flowed
through and settled in you, and made you what you are?

The pain was never replaced, nor was it quite erased.
It's memory now—so you know just how lucky you are.

You didn't always. Were you then? And where's the fear?
Inside your words, like an engine? The car you are?!

Face it, friend, you most exist when you're driven
away, or on—by forms and forces greater than you are.

definition of love

The Definition of Love
by Andrew Marvell

My Love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis for object strange and high:
It was begotten by Despair
Upon Impossibility.

Magnanimous Despair alone
Could show me so divine a thing,
Where feeble Hope could ne'er have flown
But vainly flapped its Tinsel wing.

And yet I quickly might arrive
Where my extended soul is fixt,
But Fate does iron wedges drive,
And always crowds itself betwixt.

For Fate with jealous eye does see
Two perfect Loves; nor lets them close:
Their union would her ruin be,
And her tyrannic power depose.

And therefore her decrees of steel
Us as the distant Poles have placed,
(Though Love's whole World on us doth wheel)
Not by themselves to be embraced.

Unless the giddy Heaven fall,
And Earth some new convulsion tear;
And, us to join, the World should all
Be cramped into a planisphere.

As lines so Loves oblique may well
Themselves in every angle greet:
But ours so truly parallel,
Though infinite can never meet.

Therefore the Love which us doth bind,
But Fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the Mind,
And opposition of the Stars.

the kiss


The Kiss
by Stephen Dunn

She pressed her lips to mind.
—a typo

How many years I must have yearned
for someone’s lips against mind.
Pheromones, newly born, were floating
between us. There was hardly any air.

She kissed me again, reaching that place
that sends messages to toes and fingertips,
then all the way to something like home.
Some music was playing on its own.

Nothing like a woman who knows
to kiss the right thing at the right time,
then kisses the things she’s missed.
How had I ever settled for less?

I was thinking this is intelligence,
this is the wisest tongue
since the Oracle got into a Greek’s ear,
speaking sense. It’s the Good,

defining itself. I was out of my mind.
She was in. We married as soon as we could.

middle


Are you stuck in the middle?
With nothing to do?
Are you scarred after this...
no one will love you?
Do you think real hard?
Try to see... who you really think could be?
Being stuck in the middle ...
trying to choose.
What inside means to you.

Friday, March 12, 2010

RUN AWAY DREAM


My run away dream from far away.
Cant you see I'm here today.
I wanna run so far from here.
When I look back,
I wont shed a tear.
Run far as far as I can,
to a beautiful place that gives me space.
I talked to god and I followed my heart,
to a place that gives me a brand new start.
The sound of leaving sounds so grate,
But there is only one problem,
My fear of hate.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Let him know


Whisper his name.
Into the air.
let it out don't be scarred.
Let him know you are here to help.
Let him be happy with him self.
Show him the right path to follow
even if your heart feels hollow.
Trust me long fellow.
Follow your heart.
The one god gave you
some day he too will forgive you.

My love alone








My loves alone so cold and dry.
oh please god I don't wanna cry. I think of him, I dream of him, I whisper and speak his name, I feel lost and no were to go please help me god to find my soul. I run away, I cry at night, I cant even sleep. The way I dream of him so nice, makes me cold and freeze. My one and only wish to be, Are two kids, just HIM and ME.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

loves apart

I'm scarred to say I want to die but I'm not going to lye.
I'm feeling pain in my heart.
That one day will fall apart.
Being here feeling down nothing to do besides frown.
I have no life and no love,
That could carry on from above,
I'm all alone
and so sad
oh baby don't be mad.
I cry your name so soft and sweet hopping I can fall asleep.

AWAITING FOR GOOD BY


Waiting on the bridge,
Scarred and feared inside,
I whisper your name in the cold wind,
Hopping not to cry,
I feel so sad and hurt inside that all I want is to die,
I step up on the ledge whisper your name one more time,
The wind feels so cold an smooth, the way it rushes feels nice and cool.
I say my prayers and say good by.
Baby my love..... Its time for me to fly.

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Monday, March 8, 2010

❤Dearest Friend❤



Today i fell in love.
He fell from above.
The way he looks at me.
The way he smiles.
Makes my belly tingle for a wile.
He talks calm and walks so cool.
Makes me feel like a huge fool.
He walks up to me and hold my hand.
With a slight whisper he seas.
I love you my dearest friend.

by peanut stone

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

❤Beloved❤


His love is like a rose
Lovely till it dies out
When I see him
I see my life
When I see him
I think... I could be his wife
With every life in my soul I lust after him
My heart beats harder every time I think of him
Time goes bye and we found love
We pray for things from far above
To let us stay in love
We wish upon the stars so high
That we will be together till we die

by peanut stone

F.D.R


Franklin D. Roosevelt


Franklin D. Roosevelt The words of F.D.R is "the only thing we have to fear is fear itself."
The cool thing is that Roosevelt was made Governor in new york in 1928.
In 1932 he was elected President.
Some recovery was made in 1935.
Roosevelt wanted global war after December 7, 1941 - after the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor.
April 12, 1945, Roosevelt died of cerebral hemorrhage.