February 2012
5 posts
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“Maybe, in the future, gonna come back to me”
– Maybe, Ingrid Michaelson
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January 2012
9 posts
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Chaos
wovensecret:
chaos in my mind chaos in my heart the chaos of this poem that can’t be taken apart far too shy to say hello it hurts too much to say goodbye so we float here in an in-between just wishing we could fly maybe we could be soulmates maybe we’ll only be friends but it’s too early, i don’t know exactly how this ends chaos in my mind chaos in my heart the chaos of my past mistakes that’s...
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The trains run on time.
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Love
I promise you a garden filled to the brim with love and my love ever frozen in the heavens up above
I promise you a palace surrounded by this song played with this great righteousness that will feature your livelong
I promise you my devotion it shall embrace my care and the love of all these free men and your burdens I shall bear
I promise you my love I swear it won’t hide all those years...
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I cannot write in verse anymore
I cannot write in verse anymore its not as easy as it was before I know not where my muse has gone of whom I was and am so fond here she leaves me in despair of something lifeless, unrepaired where my art form is unfinished I find my spirits are diminished
Watchforestmilk:
In 1999, Toronto-based photographer Jeff Harris began taking a photo of himself each day as an alternative to all those diaries he started but couldn’t keep up. But what began as a self-portrait project has evolved considerably in its 13 years.
Wow. Incredible.
“These woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles...”
– Robert Frost (via forestmilk)
December 2011
1 post
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My Muse
i lost my muse the words don’t come as easily as they used to where have you gone i miss you please come home let me be honest with you i think that my happines killed you i’m so sorry that i killed you please i’m so sorry i am...
October 2011
1 post
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My Memory and You
I forgot the shape of your face
The distinct curve of your nose
The way you feel against me
When I give you hugs
And squeeze you too tight
I forgot how it feels when
You hold my hand as we
Walk in the rain
To the grocery store
I forgot your shoe size
And the smell of your
Favorite shirt
I forgot the depth of your eyes
And your voice when
You say ‘I love you’
And the sound of your laughter
I...
July 2011
2 posts
June 2011
4 posts
There is a dull ache in my bones →
elegantlyterrifying:
If I could tell you one thing,
As someone who has not seen the world,
it would be that if I never see it,
It would break my heart.
Because you are the world.
You are the summer breeze,
The winter chill, the autumn leaves,
The spring times’s shrill cry for growth.
“Wisdom is knowing I am nothing, Love is knowing I am everything, And between the...”
May 2011
11 posts
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waiting on the tracks
waiting for the train one can wait for quite some time wait for the train you will wait i wait too with you on the tracks we wait for quite some time for the train to come on the tracks for the train to hit us for the train to hit me
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humane?
Is it murder if you kill someone who is ready and willing to die? I’m sure many of you have had a relative or close friend or relative of a close friend suffer. People who linger, due to sickness or age, often are in misery and which to be removed from this misery.
Why is it humane for a pet owner to drive up to the vet and euthanize that animal without it permission? Even more pertinent, why is...
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ramblings
Your back is turned, you walk from me
I cry at night and yet you’re free
You reap the fruit of my labor
And here I’m still yours, mea amor
Ob tē ad mortem dormita erō
Tamen sine tē dare ire nollō
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“It is difficult to live in the present. Ridiculous to live in the future, and...”
– Jim Bishop
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a thought on love
They once told me love was a waste of time
I know better now
They said it turns hopes into despair
I told myself it was worth it anyways
Should they be right
I know better now
So I can tell you this truly: love is beautiful
You tell me I was the love of your life
And so I believed you
Should they be right
I know better now
Than to believe in true love
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passing time
Fifteen, and how I used to listen to you
My whole life long you penned and drew
But those blueprints are gone now
All those promises are lost, no vow
I am pure as the morning sun
My child, run to me, please come
I cannot tell you how I’ve done
Remember now, I’m twenty-one?
Thirty-three, and the moon has set
Remember that room where we met?
I recall it all, hardly the thing we share
But know...
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conformity
Conformity. Can you define it? I hope you can. Otherwise, why open this? Regardless, I define conformity as the subconscious submission to do/act/talk/ think/believe (et cetera) like others do. There is a substantial difference to the submission to being subconscious and conscious.
If it is conscious, this immediately puts you into the ‘boring’ category in my mind. If you know that you are...
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love
I was listening to some old show tunes in my iTunes and the song “Stars and The Moon” came up. You may not know me, and I am sure many of you do not, but this song really represents much of what I have been through in my life. I’ll spare you the details as I am sure it would bore you so let me get to the point of what I believe this ‘essay’ like thing is about.
The song has three verses. The...
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three lives
You live three lives:
the one you live
the one you dream
and
the one you remember.