Curtains forcing their will against the wind, children sleep, exchanging dreams with seraphim. The city drags itself awake on subway straps; and I, an alarm, awake as a rumour of war, lie stretching into dawn, unasked and unheeded.
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow where too soon Rich autumn time, the season’s usurer, Will lend his hoarded gold to all the trees, And see his treasure scattered by the wild and spendthrift breeze.
Whenever I plunge my arm, like this, In a basin of water, I never miss The sweet sharp sense of a fugitive day Fetched back from its thickening shroud of gray. Hence the only prime And real love-rhyme That I know by heart, And that leaves no smart, Is the purl of a little valley fall About three spans wide and two spans tall Over a table of solid rock, And into a scoop of the self-same block; The purl of a runlet that never ceases In stir of kingdoms, in wars, in peaces; With a hollow boiling voice it speaks And has spoken since hills were turfless peaks.’
Milton! thou should’st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life’s common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
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 way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee; A poet could not be but gay, In such a jocund company! I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs
and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about,
don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to,
broken,And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them:
"Hold on!"If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
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Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away My labor,
and my leisure too,
For his civility.
We passed the school,Where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then 'tis centuries,
and yet each Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart Push in their tides; And, broken ghosts with glow-worms in their heads, the things of light.
0n Turning Her Up in Her Nest with the Plough, November, 1785
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim’rous beastie, O, what a panic’s in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi’ bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee, Wi’ murdering pattle I’m truly sorry Man’s dominion Has broken Nature’s social union, An’ justifies that ill opinion Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor, earth-born companion An’ fellow-mortal!
I heard a Fly buzz – when I died – The Stillness in the Room Was like the Stillness in the Air – Between the Heaves of Storm – The Eyes around – had wrung them dry – And Breaths were gathering firm For that last Onset – when the King Be witnessed – in the Room – I willed my Keepsakes – Signed away What portions of me be Assignable – and then it was There interposed a Fly – With Blue – uncertain stumbling Buzz – Between the light – and me – And then the Windows failed – and then
It’s the outbreak of War humanity is scared a time for hurt no one prepared. Marching Soldiers Machines that kill fired upon people shooting at will. Races wiped out at the click of a gun tears and sadness under the sun. An army of hate towards your fellow man they try to hide the children ran. Soldiers on orders killing all ages rifles at the ready bombs set with gauges. Never forget the millions who died killed because of race the people surprised.
Mistakes were made and it’s too late to go back.I keep replaying it over and over,thinking ‘what if I did this or ‘what if I did thatSo now I sit alone, crying and slowly dying.Wanting to fix it all, but only futilitytrying.A burning flame in my heart.The existence I never knewtill it danced into my life.I had my chance but didn’t hold on tight.And now flame is gone,extinguished into the dark night.I would do anything to go back in time.Pay more attention and hold dearly the flame that was once mine.The flame illuminated my path and brightened every day.Now that it’s gone, I’m once again lost and know not what to say.She needed 100% and I gave less than that.No one to blame but myself, as I fade into black.
Depression Trials and tribulations were to much for her to bear. The war she fought inside no one seem to care. Depression took over her mind, all she did was cry. She felt life wasn’t worth living and she wanted to die. Before she left this world, her sins she needed to atone. Her heart was dark and empty cold as a stone. On the beach that night, there were footprints in the sand. When she try to take her life, Jesus carried her in His hands. Viola Jane Tabor
The dusk falls on another day, but I have yet to see its splendour. Birds and children laugh without fear, for they don’t know the pain. My smiles have fallen upon blind eyes, and my words upon deaf ears.
She walks 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 mellow’d to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair’d the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!
Where rivers and Seas meet.. What fish breaths from it air.. Do not judge me.. By what, soil I stand on,.. Like a seed, before the rains come.. Cast no shadow on my stand.. Before the sun rise.. To have seen me as passers by do.. And leave, but just a glance.. On me, with pity eyes.. Save it, pity eyes, save it.. Ever seen seeds with shoots of roots.. Come from the earth, in germination.. Who was it, that held watering cans.. And I breathe.. Where, rivers and seas meet.. No longer, am I to be labelled.. As a salty fish or another.. I breathe, breed and prosper.. Where rivers.. And seas meet
Everyday I had a dream of us holding hands; Kissing and basking under the moon on green lands; Wanted taking you places and get you shopping in the mall; Always on my mind, I even had pictures of you on my wall; For six years straight I harboured this feeling; No soul did I tell, I had been so concealing. I had to eject from the shelf, I had to let go my cowardice; I had to brave up myself, to halt dancing to my imaginary melodies; Finally, I showed up in your place and *Knock knock* on your door; You banged the door on me after throwing my gift on the floor; It’s exclusively crazy, cuz I tattooed your name on my left arm, Quite messy, because I went too far, now I feel like ‘damn’. You went as far as to shred my note and burn my flower; It hurts gravely, it’s like throwing me down the highest tower; You detested my presence and flew away like a sparrow; So fast that I couldn’t even have a glimpse of your shadow; The poems I wrote, you said they were stupid; You shot that arrow, and now here lies my dying Cupid.
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Beneath my feet, there is something I cannot comprehend Between my breaths, I have an anxiety that never ends In the darkness of my pupil there is a reflection of what I’ve been looking for Suspended on my finger tips is the one thing I want On the tip of my tongue, its name escapes me The hair on the back of my neck stands as I feel its breath A chill like the touch of a boney finger runs down my spine This experience, for the first time in years, is something new I can feel its eyes, staring deep into my eyes I can feel its hand grabbing at what remains of the boy I once was All that remains of me is a shadow on the ground Exposed by the light, the man that I have reluctantly become Does it know what I have forsaken to keep this much?Can it understand that all that separated us is gone? Standing here, I invoke in it what it wanted from me The persistent chill in the air disappears under my breath The whistle in the wind falls silent in the presence of my smile The clouds hide the sun, who is too fearful to look Their tears for you will flow for hours and miles You tremble so much that I can see your face for the first time You are not what I expected, but I will not change my response I am not who you wanted, but my hand holds you back I aim to disappoint you, even if it costs me everything There is nothing you can take from me that I wouldn’t steal back I will have none of this, or it will destroy the rest of me You look at who I’ve become and you see fear I look at you and for the first time I see your fear As our eyes lock it becomes clear, for the first time to me We no longer have any interest in each other, nor have we empathy Neither of us is willing to succumb to the needs of the other You cannot have what is mine, I will protect those I care about You cannot have what is me, I no longer care to give in You can no longer have my heart, I’ll never want you again You cannot come here any-more, You have worn out your welcome Remember this, there once was a time when we were meant for each other There was a time when I would have given you my world Just to watch you take it Just because I was too weak You may exist between my breaths, but as long as I breath There is no room for you here, you are not wanted.
Every moment of pain lets you know you’re alive.Every moment of joy lets you know it’s worth it.+ Fuck fake I’ll wear my heart on my sleeve,It beats for me, not for you+ I am a woman I long for her smile and comfort Why can’t I love her?I am a man I adore his strength and his tenderness Why can’t I embrace him?I am a human of beauty and flaws.Treat me like a person.I am cold and lonely I seek love like you.I am a Christian worshipping God next to you.I am a Muslim bowing five times a day with you.I am a soldier dying to protect you.I am me and I love.Does it matter who in a world of fear and hate?+ “I” emails, midnight texts,bangs on my door while I’m still in bed.Good-mood vampire–can’t banish you;Whining “friend”–draining me to replenish your well of tears as you cry on my shoulder while gnawing at my spirit.The shoulder rub,the pat on your back,the “It’ll be okay” assurance don’t stop you from taking it out on me.Abuse no more my friendship, my heart.Comfort you shall not have till you fix your own damn problem.+ “i just wish my friends were closer i hate that my only friend is a pet cactus.oh, i got some flowers yesterday but they will die soon so i guess they don’t count as a friend.”“they can be your friend until they die that’s more than most people”
Sleep is for prisoners. A way to block out the constraints placed upon them. If only for a short while in each cycle of 24 hours. But you can’t sleep; you sing to yourself and to anyone who will listen in the edges of brightness and darkness. —– So beautiful that only the brightest of diamonds are allowed to trickle into the depths of her being.
Forever, I could watch these yellow pansies swaying against the cerulean sky and listen to the clink of ice cubes; swirling my glass in circles like the links of our lives: first training wheels, first love, efforts finally seeing fruition, closed doors, open windows, love like the first time, wedding bands— and your hands, sweetly circling my back: hands that hold my hands, hands that wipe my salty tears; hands that planted yellow pansies against the cerulean sky.
Hot afternoon i’m drinking blood in this red-hot afternoon blood with white transparent particles on it savoring every sip the colour paints my lips bloody red the smell isn’t appealing as it used to a comfort in this hot thirsty afternoon my raspberry juice.