Books of 09 |
Books of 091. New Moon - Stephenie Meyer2. Their Eyes were Watching God - Zora Neale Hurston3. Eclipse -Stephenie Meyer4. Cross Country - James Patterson5. Breaking Dawn - Stephenie Meyer6. Bergdorf...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Jan 2009 16:43:00 GMT |
Books I have Read so far this year |
this year i am going to try to keep up with all the books that i readGods in Alabama-Joshilyn JacksonMy Family and other Animals-Gerald DurrellLighthouse Keeping-Jeanette WintersonThe Secret Life of...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 20:18:00 GMT |
did you never know |
..> Did You Never Know? ..> ..> Did you never know, long ago, how much you loved me That your love would never lessen and never go...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Feb 2008 16:03:00 GMT |
feelin hot hot hot |
I am so Excited! Jeremy and I are going to Jamaica in Feb. We found a really awesome deal so we decieded to go for it!Just wanted to share the news with my friends!ps for all of you who watch th...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 20:45:00 GMT |
I am not yours |
I Am Not Yours by Sara Teasdale I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to beLost as a candle lit at noon, Lost as a snowflake in the sea.You love me, and I find you st...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Nov 2007 20:39:00 GMT |
Longing |
Come to me in my dreams, and thenBy day I shall me well againFor then the night will more than pay For the hopeless longing of the dayCome as thou cam'st a thousand timesA messenger from radiamt clime...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 22:00:00 GMT |
Song: to Celia |
drink to me, only with thine eyesAnd I will pledge with mine;OR leave a kiss but in the cupAnd I'll not look for wineThe thirst that from the soul doth riseDothe ask a drink divine:But I of Jove's nec...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 21:49:00 GMT |
1913 |
COME TO ME MY RAPSCALLIONLY FELLOW VAGABOD i WANT MY DARK LADY i WANT MY ANGEL-i WANT MY TEMPTERi WANT MY FRIEDA WITH HER APPLESi WANT THE LIGHTER OF MY SEVEN LAMPS OF BEAUTY, HONOUR,LAUGHTER, M...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 21:42:00 GMT |
She comes Not |
She comes not when Noon is on the roses-Too bright is the day.She comes not to the Soul til it reposesFrom work and playBut when the Night is on the hills, and the great VoicesRoll in from the Sea,By ...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 21:32:00 GMT |
