Beyoncé - "Halo" LIVE! (2009 NAACP Image Awards) HQ! |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ttkr0PWrGHI
Astonishingly Beautiful ♥
Posted by on Tue, 17 Feb 2009 07:27:00 GMT |
variation on the word sleep |
i would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. i would like to watch you, sleeping. i would like to sleep with you, to enter your sleep as its smooth dark wave slides over my head and walk ...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Jan 2009 17:14:00 GMT |
Don’t Wait |
"You can't go on like you're going to start really living one day, like all this is some preamble to some great life that's magically going to appear. I'm a firm believer that you have to create your ...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Sep 2008 00:42:00 GMT |
Wolves |
'All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel.All of them?Sure, he says. Think about it. There's escaping from the wolves, fighting the wolves, captu...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Aug 2008 00:18:00 GMT |
Live Deliberately |
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, to discover that I...
Posted by on Fri, 30 May 2008 07:00:00 GMT |
I Left This Morning |
I left this morning saying ’I love you’as if setting out for some unknown countryinstead of the corner shop. I wantedyou to be sure, in casethis time - out of, say, 10,000 departuresI neve...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 20:00:00 GMT |
Scheherazade |
Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lakeand dress them in warm clothes again.How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses runninguntil they forget that they are horses.I...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 19:54:00 GMT |
The Cinnamon Peeler |
If I were a cinnamon peeler
I would ride your bed
And leave the yellow bark dust
On your pillow.
Your breasts and shoulders would reek
You could never walk through markets
without the profession of m...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Dec 2007 15:19:00 GMT |
Sonnet |
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret, between the shadow and the soul.I love ...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Nov 2007 11:04:00 GMT |
Maps |
'We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 13:09:00 GMT |
