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Wednesday, January 10th, 2007

Subject:I heart this poem
Posted by:amoureux321.
Time:10:35 pm.
The Mind Is Its Own Beautiful Prisoner
E. E. Cummings

the mind is its own beautiful prisoner.
Mind looked long at the sticky moon
opening in dusk her new wings

then decently hanged himself,one afternoon.

The last thing he saw was you
naked amid unnaked things,

your flesh,a succinct wandlike animal,
a little strolling with the futile purr
of blood;your sex squeaked like a billiard-cue
chalking itself,as not to make an error,
with twists spontaneously methodical.
He suddenly tasted worms windows and roses

he laughed,and closed his eyes as a girl closes
her left hand upon a mirror.
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Tuesday, August 1st, 2006

Subject:Good Poem
Posted by:amoureux321.
Time:1:13 am.
About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters: how well they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
How when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there always must be
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the wood:
They never forgot
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.

In Brueghel's Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.

To see Brueghel's Icarus click on the link below...

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Tuesday, July 25th, 2006

Subject:I think the piano in this is the best...sigh*
Posted by:limegreengrl.
Time:3:05 pm.
Mood: sigh*.

James Blunt
Goodbye my lover
(yaya, i know it sounds cheesy, but it's good)

Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your head.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.

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Sunday, July 23rd, 2006

Subject:Hey, I randomly found this..niffty!
Posted by:limegreengrl.
Time:3:00 pm.
Mood: thinkingness.
Missy Higgins
The Special Two

(sounds sad, but is really beautiful!)

I've hardly been outside my room in days,
'cause I don't feel that I deserve the sunshine's rays.
The darkness helped until the whiskey wore away,
And it was then I realized the conscience never fades.
When you're young you have this image of your life:
That you'll be scrupulous and one day even make a wife.
And you make boundaries you'd never dream to cross,
And if you happen to you wake completely lost.
But I will fight for you, be sure that
I will fight until we're the special two once again.

When we will only need each other, we'll bleed together,
Our hands would not be taught to hold another's,
cause we were the special two.
And we could only see each other, we'll breath together,
These arms will not be taught to need another's,
When we're the special two

I remember someone old once said to me:
" that lies will lock you up with truth the only key."
But I was comfortable and warm inside my shell,
And couldn't see this place could soon become my hell.
So is it better to tell and hurt or lie to save their face?
Well I guess the answer is don't do it in the first place.
I know I'm not deserving of your trust from you right now,
But if by chance you change your mind you know I will not
Let you down 'cause we were the special two, and will be again.

And we will only need each other, we'll bleed together,
Our hands will not be taught to hold another's,
When we're the special two.
And we could only see each other we'll breath together,
These arms will not be taught to need another's... when we're the special two

I step outside my mind's eye's for a minute.
And I look over me like a doctor looking for disease,
Or something that could ease the pain.
But nothing cures the hurt you, you bring on by yourself,
Just remembering, just remembering how we were... 

(If you want to see the video it's http://www.webratsmusic.com/video-4398-the-special-two.php)
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Wednesday, July 5th, 2006

Subject:great song right here
Posted by:yaay_chic17.
Time:5:23 pm.
Mood: touched.
By Snow Patrol

I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done

And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

Slower slower
We don't have time for that
All I want is to find an easier way
To get out of our little heads

Have heart my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Listen to it sometime
Makes me quite sniffly
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Thursday, August 4th, 2005

Subject:"White Queen" by Queen
Posted by:omyspy.
Time:10:56 pm.
So sad her eyes, smiling dark eyes
So sad her eyes, as it began

On such a breathless night as this, upon my brow the lightest kiss
I walked alone...
And all around the air did sway, my lady soon will stir this way
In sorrow known, the white queen walks
And the night grows pale, stars of lovingness in her hair

Heeding, unheard, pleading one word
So sad, my eyes, she cannot see

How did thee fare what have thee seen
The mother of the willow green, I call her name
And 'neath her window have I stayed, I loved the footsteps that she made
And when she came, white queen how my heart did ache
And dry my lips no word would make, so still I wait

My goddess hear my darkest fear, I speak too late
It's for evermore that I wait

Dear friend goodbye, no tears in my eyes
So sad, it ends as it began
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Subject:MIA, by anonymous
Posted by:yaay_chic17.
Time:12:43 pm.
Too much for me to handle
I’m falling through your expectations
I’ve changed
And I’ve disappointed you
I’m not the little girl I used to be
I am now everything I used to fear
My nightmares
My worries
All coming true
It starts out slowly
Whispering, slithering into my mind
There’s only a crack in the surface at first
Next a small crumb of the protection
Cascades down my face
I realize what’s become of my innocence
Missing underneath the pain
My rescue team
Who cares for me
Sends out a search party to find the peace
Lost below the glaze of lies, struggle, and hard times
They’ll never find it
Too far gone
I’ll never be the same again
The perfect little doll
I’ll only be the tattered old thing
That someone’s left behind and forgotten
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Saturday, June 18th, 2005

Subject: Well by K. Brooke Arnold
Posted by:amoureux321.
Time:9:14 pm.
I jumped down a well last spring.
It's been almost a year, and--nothing.
Maybe I shouldn't speak too soon.
Maybe I shouldn't speak at all, hate to hear
"I can't do it . . . can't do it . . . do it . . ."
ricochet stone wall to wall.

Used to believe water held light, but
the deeper you go the darker you know
it gets cold, and no light comes from above.
In your own tunnel you have to own your own light,
have to be your own light.
It all has to come from within.

Beginning to dig as a kid, down to China,
I thought, "Impossible to lose your way
on such a straight shot . . ."
But distance into the earth becomes heat; heat soon breeds confusion. I am young,
disoriented en route to the Orient.
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Friday, June 17th, 2005

Subject:"The Drink" by Ron Padgett from You Never Know.
Posted by:sarahlovesjim.
Time:12:27 am.
The Drink

I am always interested in the people in films who have just had a drink
thrown in their faces. Sometimes they react with uncontrollable rage, but
sometimes - my favorites - they do not change their expressions at all. Instead
they raise a handkerchief or napkin and calmly dab at the offending liquid,
as the hurler jumps to her feet and storms away. The other people at the table
are understandably uncomfortable. A woman leans over and places her hand
on the sleeve of the man's jacket and says, "David, you know she didn't
mean it." David answers, "Yes," but in an ambiguous tone - the perfect adult
response. But now the orchestra has resumed its amiable and lively dance
music, and the room is set in motion as before. Out in the parking lot,
however, Elizabeth is setting fire to David's car. Yes, this is a contemporary
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Monday, June 13th, 2005

Subject:"Another End of the World" by James Richardson from Interglacial: New and Selected Poems and Aphoris
Posted by:sarahlovesjim.
Time:11:19 pm.
Here in the last minutes, the very end of the world,
someone's tightening a screw thinner than an eyelash,
someone with slim wrists is straightening flowers,
someone is starting a slow, cloud-like settling
into a love longer than the world,
and someone's playing chess. Chess!
Some can't believe how little time is left,
some have been counting down the seconds
in pennies, all their lives. And one has realized
this day was made for him, seeing nothing
he had to do needs to be done,
and whistles, hands in pockets. This is how the world begins.
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Monday, May 30th, 2005

Subject:"Supermarket Scanner" by Elise Partridge from Fielder's Choice.
Posted by:sarahlovesjim.
Time:4:53 pm.
Supermarket Scanner Read more...Collapse )
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Friday, May 27th, 2005

Posted by:jengaholic.
Time:5:39 pm.
Backed away
here's my corner
here's where my back hits the wall
a cage is no more appealing than
these tiled halls.
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Thursday, May 26th, 2005

Subject:Poems from the book, "Paint Me Like I Am"
Posted by:yaay_chic17.
Time:4:57 pm.
Mood: relaxed.


When the world ends,

I will be sitting on a beach

Watching the tide come in

With my mother,

Sharing an ice cream sundae

With hot fudge.

I will be skipping




Across the ocean's current,

Enjoying life

For the time at last.

Mother and I will remember

The good times


Look at old photo albums.

I will

Cry for the

Time that will

Not be and dream of it

When the world ends.

By: Leia Hayhoe, Washington, D.C.



Bodies sprawled along the shelter's floor--

Like sloppy cursive writing

Like a herd of forgotten cattle we sit

Chewing on the cud of our precious memories

In my mind's eye I see you, Nate

Your silken hair which tumbled

And rustled in the wind--

Tendrils like beckoning fingers

Your eyes the color of pastures green

In which the good Lord made me down to lie

I remember the rough, linen texture of your worn jacket--

The sheet upon the luxurious bed

That was your shoulder

How poor is this tiled floor by comparison!

I lost you so many addictions ago

Now, on the floor of this pit

With nothing but hope to light my way,

I part the cloud of my sins

And spend the night

Ensconced in the warm embrace of your memory

By: Anna Sproul, Washington, D.C.

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Tuesday, May 24th, 2005

Subject:How to Amuse Yourself During Math
Posted by:yaay_chic17.
Time:6:17 pm.
The number of ceiling tiles
by your teacher’s hair plugs;
How many words you can make
on a standard calculator;
By how long you stare blankly
at the board;
Decrease by two times the square of
How many times you poke your neighbor
(Before you get in trouble);
This equals
Your grade point average.

by: Sara S., Southwick, MA

LOL I love this poem, so true, so true
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Saturday, May 14th, 2005

Subject:The Swan At Edgewater Park-Ruth L. Schwartz
Posted by:jengaholic.
Time:9:53 am.
Mood: calm.
The Swan At Edgewater Park

Isn't one of your prissy richpeoples' swans
Wouldn't be at home on some pristine pond
Chooses the whole stinking shoreline, candy wrappers, condoms
in its tidal fringe
Prefers to curve its muscular, slightly grubby neck
into the body of a Great Lake,
Swilling whatever it is swans swill,
Chardonnay of algae with bouquet of crud,
While Clevelanders walk by saying Look
at that big duck!
Beauty isn't the point here; of course
the swan is beautiful,
But not like Lorie at 16, when
Everything was possible--no
More like Lorie at 27
Smoking away her days off in her dirty kitchen,
Her kid with asthma watching TV,
The boyfriend who doesn't know yet she's gonna
Leave him, washing his car out back--and
He's a runty little guy, and drinks too much, and
It's not his kid anyway, but he loves her, he
Really does, he loves them both--
That's the kind of swan this is.

Ruth L. Schwartz
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Friday, May 13th, 2005

Subject:"The Perfect Day" by Alice N. Persons from Never Say Never
Posted by:sarahlovesjim.
Time:11:22 pm.
The Perfect Day

You wake with
no aches
in the arms
of your beloved
to the smell of fresh coffee
you eat a giant breakfast
with no thought
of carbs
there is time to read
with a purring cat on your lap
later you walk by the ocean
with your dog
on this cut crystal day
your favorite music and the sun
fill the house
a short delicious nap
under a fleece throw
comes later
and the phone doesn't ring
at dusk you roast a chicken,
bake bread, make an exquisite
chocolate cake
for some friends
you've been missing
someone brings you an
unexpected present
and the wine is just right with the food
after a wonderful party
you sink into sleep
in a clean nightgown
in fresh sheets
your sweetheart doesn't snore
and in your dreams
and old piece of sadness
lifts away
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Thursday, May 12th, 2005

Subject:Dream Feelings by Brant L. Thompson
Posted by:yaay_chic17.
Time:6:54 pm.
Mood: my heart reaches out to you....
I got a feeling
It's good and warm
But only when you're around
That's when I feel great
I don't have it now
I dream that I could

I wish I knew why
I cannot fight your charms
They trample over me
To my unprotected heart
The spoils of conquest

When I look at you
I see past you
Your starlight eyes
Lovely smile
Burning spirit
Vibrant aura
I'm enchanted

How can I approach you
You are so very magnificent
That I dare not to compare
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Subject:"The Table and the Chair" by Edward Lear from The Complete Verse and Other Nonsense
Posted by:sarahlovesjim.
Time:4:19 pm.
The Table and The Chair

Said the Table to the Chair,
'You can hardly be aware,
How I suffer from the heat,
And from chilblains on my feet!
If we took a little walk,
We might have a little talk!
Pray let us take the air!'
Said the Table to the Chair.

Said the Chair to the table,
'Now you know we are not able!
How foolishly you talk,
When you know we cannot walk!'
Said the Table with a sigh,
'It can do no harm to try,
I've as many legs as you,
Why can't we walk on two?'

So they both went slowly down,
And walked about the town
With a cheerful bumpy sound,
As they toddled round and round.
And everybody cried,
As they hastened to their side,
'See! the Table and the Chair
Have come out to take the air!'

But in going down an alley,
To a castle in a valley,
They completely lost their way,
And wandered all the day,
Till, to see them safely back,
They paid a Ducky-quack,
And a Beetle, and a Mouse,
Who took them to their house.

Then they whispered to each other,
'O delightful little brother!
What a lovely walk we've taken!
Let us dine on Beans and Bacon!'
So the Ducky and the leetle
Browny-Mousy and the Beetle
Dined and danced upon their heads
Till they toddled to their beds.
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Wednesday, May 11th, 2005

Subject:Sonnet 13, William Shakespeare
Posted by:omyspy.
Time:9:51 pm.
O! that you were your self; but, love, you are
No longer yours, than you your self here live:
Against this coming end you should prepare,
And your sweet semblance to some other give:
So should that beauty which you hold in lease
Find no determination; then you were
Yourself again, after yourself's decease,
When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which husbandry in honour might uphold,
Against the stormy gusts of winter's day
And barren rage of death's eternal cold?
O! none but unthrifts. Dear my love, you know,
You had a father: let your son say so.
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Subject:"Snowflakes" by Deborah Slicer from the white calf kicks
Posted by:sarahlovesjim.
Time:8:35 pm.


Snowflakes are fools God sweeps out of his kitchen.
Last night he emptied his dustbin all over western Montana
and we sure got a load of them
on top of everything else.
No wonder snow falls in such a light-headed mizzy,
makes us all silly,
immune, we believe, to all life's unreasonable demands—
our own children
when they become strange to us,
parents when they are frighteningly familiar because we've become
them, lovers
who want us to be their parents and children.

I spent this morning watching the border collie on Highway 200
chasing magpies from a road-killed deer. Entitled,
so spit-snapping-angry
that by noon when a golden eagle blew down
(that pitbull of raptors, known to airlift live lambs)
the dog hadn't yet had her first mouthful.

Had it been me I would have run home hurting for sympathy
and bit off my good husband's right ear,
kicked my own scat at my frightened children,
sung the family dirge: Injustice!
Then spent days as a field post, alone,
arm-wrestling with the winterly west wind.

At dusk the dog came home with one anvil-shaped hoof in her mouth,
seemed glad to have it.

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