My favorite poem by Thomas Hardy |
TIMING HER by Thomas Hardy 1
Lalage's coming:
Where is she now, O?
Turning to bow, O,
And smile, is she,
Just at parting,
Parting, parting,
As she is starting
To come to me?
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Where ...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Dec 2007 02:08:00 GMT |
My Celebrity Look-alikes |
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Posted by on Mon, 17 Sep 2007 00:07:00 GMT |
What's my mission? |
What's my mission?
Breathing in
and breathing out
breathing nicotine.
What's life supposed to be about?
I don't want to be clean.
One day - hooray - I'm gonna say,
I'm finally over you!
I know it's g...
Posted by on Fri, 18 May 2007 20:21:00 GMT |
Fall From Grace |
Fall From Grace
I can remember the scent of jasmine
flooding my senses.
Me and you hiding behind picket-fences,
each eating our stolen mandarin.
I can remember the mantelpiece
under which the heat
of...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 13:43:00 GMT |
Misjudged |
Misjudged
People here and people there.
Most of them make me sick.
At those superficial ones, who stare,
I'd like to throw a brick!
I don't know, why they judge us wrong.
Is it because of our looks?
...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 13:40:00 GMT |
Kill Me Now |
Kill me now
Kill me, please kill me,
I wanna be your toy.
Drill me, yeah drill me,
My little drummer boy!
Cut my thoat,
Tear me apart,
Push me down a well.
Destroy my boat,
Eat me like a tart,
Drive m...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 13:36:00 GMT |
The Devil Outside |
The Devil Outside
Envy eats you up from all inside.
I'm glad of who I am.
Don't want no little insight
Into your wrecked soul, dear Ma'am.
Like a whirling snowstorm
Your karma reveals an icy feeling.
...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 13:23:00 GMT |
Brokenheart's Portrait |
Brokenheart's Portrait
Somebody asked me: Do you wanna dance?"
I was not sure, as you were there,
So I said "No" and missed a romance
That never returned, which was unfair.
Somebody asked me: "Do yo...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 12:46:00 GMT |
New |
New
Patience was a word I never knew.
I always wanted all at once.
This circumstance, it made me blue,
As I could not receive my wants.
I ate them all, I did not care
What others thought about.
I was...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 12:37:00 GMT |
Little Dreamer Boy |
Little Dreamer Boy
I can see silhouettes
dancing pirouettes
behind the curtain.
They have to be dead
as they are not having a head
and this ain't very uncertain.
I feel like in trance
when they sto...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 12:31:00 GMT |
