| Ice in every vein |
[Jul. 24th, 2011|02:14 pm] |
The truest love that ever heart
Felt at its kindled core
Did through each vein, in quickened start,
The tide of being pour.
Her coming was my hope each day,
Her parting was my pain;
The chance that did her steps delay
Was ice in every vein.
I dreamed it would be nameless bliss,
As I loved, loved to be;
And to this object did I press
As blind as eagerly.
But wide as pathless was the space
That lay, our lives, between,
And dangerous as the foamy race
Of ocean-surges green.
And haunted as a robber path
Through wilderness or wood;
For Might and Right, and Woe and Wrath,
Between our spirits stood.
I dangers dared; I hind’rance scorned;
I omens did defy:
Whatever menaced, harassed, warned,
I passed impetuous by.
On sped my rainbow, fast as light;
I flew as in a dream;
For glorious rose upon my sight
That child of Shower and Gleam.
Still bright on clouds of suffering dim
Shines that soft, solemn joy;
Nor care I now, how dense and grim
Disasters gather nigh.
I care not in this moment sweet,
Though all I have rushed o’er
Should come on pinion, strong and fleet,
Proclaiming vengeance sore:
Though haughty Hate should strike me down,
Right, bar approach to me,
And grinding Might, with furious frown,
Swear endless enmity.
My love has placed her little hand
With noble faith in mine,
And vowed that wedlock’s sacred band
Our nature shall entwine.
My love has sworn, with sealing kiss,
With me to live—to die;
I have at last my nameless bliss.
As I love—loved am I!
-Bronte |
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[Jul. 24th, 2011|01:58 pm] |
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I get so mad when I see ppl throwing their talent away by indulging in drugs. You could have been so much more than just soil now. You could have given so much more to this world and to the legacy of music - sweet beautiful music - if you just kept your head tightly screwed on. So many people can't find their talent or wish they had one. Some people are just not cut out for fame. |
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[Jun. 8th, 2011|03:19 pm] |
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Edgar Allan Poe |
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| :'( |
[Mar. 28th, 2011|05:03 pm] |
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"ISN’T IT SAD, GROWING UP? YOU START OFF LIKE MY CHARLIE. YOU START OFF THINKING YOU CAN KILL ALL THE BADDIES AND SAVE THE WORLD. THEN YOU GET A LITTLE BIT OLDER, MAYBE LITTLE BEE’S AGE, AND YOU REALIZE THAT SOME OF THE WORLD’S BADNESS IS INSIDE YOU, THAT MAYBE YOU’RE A PART OF IT. AND THEN YOU GET A LITTLE BIT OLDER STILL, AND A BIT MORE COMFORTABLE, AND YOU START WONDERING WHETHER THAT BADNESS YOU’VE SEEN IN YOURSELF IS REALLY ALL THAT BAD AT ALL." little bee by chris cleave |
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| and everyday is judgement day |
[Feb. 18th, 2011|10:17 pm] |
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its easy to keep your mouth shut when u realise that as people grow up, their hearts do too. |
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| dare i say it |
[Oct. 17th, 2010|08:38 pm] |
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is this how... people grow up? through lies, fallacies and hurt? having to fall down and slowly piece yourself together again? then why is it that some people are blessed with a stronger heart? one that can takes countless beatings, torment, hard tugs before it ends up with nary a scratch. or is it that they just don't voice their pain? if you don't voice your pain, does it go away faster? does it make it easier to stomach? i don't understand all of this. why is it that we have to get our hearts torn up, before we learn, learn.. never to take anything for granted? |
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| Star to every wandering bark |
[Oct. 7th, 2010|07:50 pm] |
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
- Shakespeare |
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| it exists. |
[Aug. 17th, 2010|07:00 pm] |
Hi,
I'm trying to figure out where to begin.
I am 67 and have a grand daughter that likes this site. She doesn't believe in love though.
Well, I have been married to my wife since we were eighteen, but really time doesn't matter because what we have is eternal and I discover more things that are beautiful about her everyday.
I like the way her wrists are shaped, her hair is almost nearly askew in her bun, and how she breaths. I just want to feel her heartbeat and laugh at the ridiculous meals she prepares.
We're not perfect. Hell, no relationship is perfect. But, we're a bunch of haphazard pieces that make something so amazing. I would want to be with her everyday, regardless.
Just believe in initiation. Believe in yourself. Believe in the creases that form around the person you love's mouth as they smile.
And thanks, Laurie, for teaching me how to love. You're my forever crush.
-Ray, a grandfather that knows love exists.
www.letterstocrushes.com (i'm hooked) |
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| The Things I Remember About You Are Starting To Feel Like A Dream |
[Aug. 17th, 2010|03:37 am] |
so... i've been back for two weeks now. these two weeks have been kind to me. i love my friends, i really do. these are the people that will keep me sane, sober and contented. these are the people that will bring me back to earth, and make me stay.
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| when in roma |
[Jun. 22nd, 2010|04:02 am] |
currently in rome, i'm so touched by the sheer generosity of the people here, i've met the kindest people in the world. After discovering that all the supermarkets in the area we're staying in has closed for the day, dashed into a biscuits shop absolutely famished and looking for pizza or pasta or anything remotely edible, instead found the nicest shopkeepers and customers ever. They sold us their own unopened box of pasta and tomato puree at cost price, which is like 2euros, gave us a huge slab of their own mozzarella cheese for free, gave us pizza for free and gave us extra biscuits on top of what we were buying. Omg i swear, in spite of the language barrier and frantic hand gestures, they were so patient and fellow customers had to help us translate everything we said into italian. now at the hostel, met another italian that insisted we cook authentic italian pasta, we only have tomato puree and uncooked pasta on our hands, he added oregano, olive oil, salt pepper and basically cooked our entire meal for us. People really do amaze me at times.
I swear, this is the best meal i've ever eaten. |
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