Which like thy kisses breathed on me;
The colour from the flower is flown
Which glowed of thee and only thee!
A shriveled, lifeless, vacant form,
It lies on my abondoned breast,
And mocks the heart which is yet warm,
With cold and silent rest.
I weep,--my tears revive it not!
I sigh,--it breaths no more on me;
Its mute and uncomplaining lot
Is such as mine should be.
--Shelley
Such a powerful word.
It condemns all that is ordinary
by raising it to another level.
You rule with force,
but my pen is mightier than your sword.
You try to conform me to your standards
when mine are so much higher.
Don't try to change me
You will never succeed.
I will not bow to your pursuations
no matter the consequence.
You see only what you want to
when there is so much more
You can't see beyond your tin soldiers
lined up against the wall
waiting for your commands
to obey your every whim.
You are master of none
but those who fear you.
But you can't control me
I am free from that
Free from the games of Mice and Men
...I am my own person.
walks out if his house
into the early morn,
he waved away
the shadows left
by the receding night.
Then rising to the top of the hill,
he watches the bright blush of day
creep over the land
as darkness pulls away
from the warmth.
The giant fiery ball
climbs ever higher
until it becomes a crimson orb.
The man lifts his rifle to is shoulder.
he watches as the globe
shrinks and deflates.
The man drags his prize towards his house,
Dirt clinging.
The darkness comes.
Rushing in to reclaim.
The sun is no more.
in the heart they have resided.
One is not without the other;
The hater may also be the lover.
One emotion cannot survive
if the other is starved and dies.
Do not deny your hate,
for love might have a similar fate.
straight black dress,
bare legs and boots,
screaming blasphemies
in the middle of the street.
so angry, so passionate,
they don't listen,
they just drive away,
I am watching you.
your body tanse,
your claws bare,
it breaks my heart
to look at you,
you are all the things
I love
A shivering pool before the door,
A garden bare of flowers and fruit
And poplars at the garden foot:
Such is the place that I live in,
Bleak without and bare within.
-- Stevenson
My heart in it's thirst is a dying flower;
Pour forth the sound like enchanted wine,
Loosen the notes in a silvery shower;
Like a herbless plain, for the gentle rain,
I gasp, I faint, till they wake again.
Let me drink the spirit of that sweet sound,
More, oh more,--I am thirsting yet;
It loosens the serpent which care has bound
Upon my heart to stifle it;
The dissolving strain, through every vein,
Passes into my heart and brain...
-- Shelley
Wrap the top with cellophane;
You put me in this tiny world.
With gleaming walls of pain.
The air is thick with persecution
Suffocating in my bitterness.
You are laughing at my misfortune.
A cup brimming with resentfullness.
Finally giving to suppresion
Now a shadow of a dream;
Broken and released from hope
Of who I might've been...