To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite;
To forgive wrongs darker than Death or Night;
To defy power which seems Omnipotent ;
To love, and bear , to hope , till hope creates
From its own wreck the thing it contemplates.
*Percy Bysshe Shelley*
The one remains, the many change and pass,
Heavens light forever shines, Earths shadows fly;
Life , like a dome of many coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of eternity,
Until Death tramples it to fragments
*Percy Bysshe Shelley*
Cry the beloved country for the unborn child that is the inferior of our fear.
Let him not love the earth to deeply,
let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his fingers ,
nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red the veldt with fire.
Let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing,
nor give his heart to a mountain or valley.
For fear it will rob him of all if he gives too much.
*anon*
why do u look at me that way?
like u need me
care for me
love me
you saw my friends abandon me,
you saw me hurt myself
you saw me wanting to die
yet you still look at me that way
like you need me
care for me
love me
but i made them abondon me
i wanted to hurt myself
i've always wanted to hurt myself
i've always wanted to die
so stop looking at me that way
stop needing me
stop caring for me
stop loving me
*chris rosser*
A little black thing among the snow
Crying , weep, weep, in notes of woe!
Where are thy father & mother!say!
They are both gone up to the church to pray.
Because I am happy upon the heath
And smil'd among the winters snow:
They clothed me in the clothes of death,
And taught me to sing the notes of woe.
And because I am happy and dance and sing,
They think they have done me no injury:
And are gone to praise the God & his priest & king
Who make up a heaven of misery.
*william blake*
Have you ever loved somebody so much that it makes you cry?
Have you ever needed someone that you can't sleep at night?
Have you ever tried to find the words that they don't come out right?
Have you ever found the one you gave your heart to?
I just wanna hold you close, but so far, all i had are dreams of you.
yesterday is history.
tomorrow is a mystery.
today is a gift.
Thats why its called the present!
*the dreamer*
*cutting*
its the only thing that loves me
in the way i wanna b loved
by freeing me from pain and anger
for those minutes....
i feel like a person, instead of dead.
i feel alive but how long will this last
before it begins to kill me
like a desease spreads through me
awaiting for its next attack
its taken over me like an addiction
i have to have it on a daily basis
you think itsa crisis
but its my way of life
without it i would be lost...forever
in a world of my own
unknown to the others
for the rest of my life
*chris rosser*