consumes you, eliminates you
But soon you won't be here
There'll be nothing left to fight and no one left to win
Which paths have been drawn into your thirsty heart?
Which maps have been burning inside your restless mind?
Which oceans have been drying in your tired soul?
With the windows fogging from by breath,
I will be bound for the slaughterhouse,
Bound for the slaughterhouse,
If you find my garments torn,
And my hair torn,
And blood from my tears,
I was in the slaughterhouse
If you hear my cry,
Hear my cry,
Make sure that when you turn...
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in it's roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal,
From all I may be, and...
Is freedom to allow yourself to be who you are?
Is freedom to show your true colours without being ashamed or unsure?
Is freedom to breathe without counting your breaths or the days you have left?
Is freedom to shut the door behind and head for the rainbow?
Is freedom that ray...
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky...
Is love found in holding hands?
In quiet whispers?
In looks shared across a crowded room?
Is love shared in notes?
Is love felt with a quickening pulse?
A feeling of loss in her absence?
A longing to see but a glimpse of her?
Is love heard through...
diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth
Then took the other, and just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted...
and think about the day
I still myself to sleep and meanwhile I pray.
"Dear God, I know you can see us and you're watching from above
Filled with sadness, as we are, and equally in love.
I've once asked You "why?" and questioned if You were near.
But I do have one request...
You couldn't stay here forever, and I knew that-I knew that.
But I imagined this ending like the last snowfall in February.
I thought It'd be something bittersweet, and heartbreakingly beautiful,
but this is the stale cigarette smoke on my favorite new dress that I...
I though of this one. This is one of my favorites which means a lot to me. Shelley wrote beautifully with a heart which must have been full of passion. Enjoy. ~J
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean...
in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless...
it's funny how hello is always accompanied with goodbye it's funny how good memories can start to make you cry it's funny how forever never seems to last it's funny how much you'd lose if you forgot about your past it's funny how “friends” can just...
After a while you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises
and you begin...
have taken up residence within my heart... but more than other, this poem holds a beautiful lasting significance...
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is...
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of...
waited.It was a long timeAgo.Many yearsPassed into the void,AndI turned awayBelieving that all was lost,But it was not so.I seemed to see her face,Half-hidden in the twilightOf the winter eve.I was lost in some magicAnd reason meant little.My mind was misty,So I went to her.I...
after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half acre, square mile, island, country
knowing at last how you got there,
and say I own this,
is the same moment when the trees unloose
there soft arms from around you,
the birds take...
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day.
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands, the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your...
As if, through a mist, a first loom;
You are a fine line that holds beauty
So fragile it seems, yet so pretty.
You are the wind that grace my meadows
Of thoughts and lights up my weary shadows;
You are the sun after my night
That lights up everything in sight.
ago. It's called Masks.
I was running through a forest,
with no idea how I'd gotten there.
The trees were tall, and the sky gray,
as I ran like a scared hare.
I stopped, and looked about,
but the gloom was all around me.
I saw the sun, setting silent,
as twilight settled...
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again...
power to break a heart.
Know her fears, know her secrets,
Then abandon her, it will tear her apart.
Smile when you talk to her,
Add a little fake sincerity,
Be the one when she needs someone,
Don't judge her for her insecurity.
Be her best friend, her source of joy,
“I want to see you.Know your voice.Recognize you when youfirst come 'round the corner.Sense your scent when I come into a room you've just left.Know the lift of your heel,the glide of your foot.Become familiar with the way you purse your lipsthen let them part, just the...
who was wonderful and so very funny. We attended his funeral, a few days ago, and this poem was read. It was found in a schoolbook he had kept for over 70 years.
Spring Morning by A.A. Milne
Where am I going? I don't quite know.
Down to the stream where the king-cups...
Loneliness is what i feel
I feel so alone
I feel so isolated
The emptyness in my heart
Can not be feeled by any soul
I am surounded by people but yet i feel so alone
I am in a room so small and so dark
Fear takes over me, i scream but no one hears me
This room so small and tiny...
Give me rest,
From doubt, and fear
Sun find my face,
Light find my heart,
Song find my story,
Smile find my face,
Be at peace,
Be at peace,
For my life is finite,
And these storms,
Have raged too long,
Must surrender spring.
too sad to even say hello, I will listen to your silence until you fall asleep. If you need to cry I will not wipe your tears away because you are only human and sometimes tears are as close to laughter as you can get and that's okay. If you get sleepy I will let you drool on my...
He creates powerfully romantic, sensual images that speak to being human, and our desire for romantic love. Beautiful!
Place your hands upon me
like a big tent preacher
and with a whisper
heal all that aches
Put your lips upon my forehead
and glance your eyes
to the sky...
for your sins in a hopes to save your skin
You such a God fearing man ? Why you have to kill him then ?
Who's him ?
The man that gave you all your hopes and dreams
Never left you when the going got tough
Felt your pain more than you did
He was with you in light and...