Osh Fernandez
liljinx@netzero.net
State
California
Favorite Poet
William Shakespeare
Favorite Poem
Sonnet 71
No longer mourn for me when I am dead,
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O if (I say) you look upon this verse,
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse
But let your love even with my life decay:
Lest the wise world should look into your moan
And mock you with me after I am gone.
Personal Info
I suppose I'm just a typical heart broken girl who realized I love
to write after I was feeling so crushed. I went through a lot with a certain
person, and sat down one night and wrote down what I was feeling and feel that
it is decent poetry :)
