Saturday, August 16, 2008
the end of summer has come
we will invent new lullabies, new songs, new acts of love,
we will cry over things we used to laugh &
our new wisdom will bring tears to eyes of gentile
creatures from other planets who were afraid of us till then &
in the end a summer with wild winds &
new friends will be.
we will cry over things we used to laugh &
our new wisdom will bring tears to eyes of gentile
creatures from other planets who were afraid of us till then &
in the end a summer with wild winds &
new friends will be.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
<3
I still love you
But I'm trying to forget you.
I have to move on.
Find someone new.
I wish this was fake
And that we could be together.
But I'm trying to forget you.
I have to move on.
Find someone new.
I wish this was fake
And that we could be together.
How could you?!
How could you even think of going out with that fucking bitch when you knew how much you meant to me? I wanted to go out with you for forever, but when i asked you you said you were grounded and couldnt. Then you would always say you loved me and i would do the same. What happened?
Monday, April 14, 2008
Fighting Words
Say my love is easy had,
Say I'm bitten raw with pride,
Say I am too often sad -- Still behold me at your side.
Say I'm neither brave nor young,
Say I woo and coddle care,
Say the devil touched my tongue -- Still you have my heart to wear.
But say my verses do not scan,
And I get me another man!
-unknown
Say my love is easy had,
Say I'm bitten raw with pride,
Say I am too often sad -- Still behold me at your side.
Say I'm neither brave nor young,
Say I woo and coddle care,
Say the devil touched my tongue -- Still you have my heart to wear.
But say my verses do not scan,
And I get me another man!
-unknown
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Love and Hate
Love is a word that is constantly heard,
Hate is a word that is not.
Love, I am told, is more precious than gold.
Love, I have read, is hot.
But hate is the verb that to me is superb,
And Love but a drug on the mart.
Any kiddie in school can love like a fool,
But Hating, my boy, is an Art.
-- Ogden Nash
Hate is a word that is not.
Love, I am told, is more precious than gold.
Love, I have read, is hot.
But hate is the verb that to me is superb,
And Love but a drug on the mart.
Any kiddie in school can love like a fool,
But Hating, my boy, is an Art.
-- Ogden Nash
Monday, December 10, 2007
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