ScrutinyAnd when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,Scrutiny7 years ago in Open More Like This
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
~ T.S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
I am going through the keyless gate
to watch and wait,
to wander here and there among the proud,
among the white and old whose wisdom rots, repressed, untold:
the soporific royals wreathed in leaves of gold.
And to them I shall read aloud from the Book,
read of the sins their lips have took
and upon me they shall look and patiently reflect
I am lost in my own depth, I will say
in a slight, impartial way
(for I lack violets and an antic princes love)
and they, floating through their channels deep
dare to drown me in my sleep and in their orisons remember
So shall I be a queen bone and ash,
of crawling worms and sullied, melting flesh.
Kissed by death, I shall burn upon a pyre
knowing only distance and desire and, rising from the fire,
I shall step with soft, unfettered feet
1 This is Acheron, Arachne, and alulae;17 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
charon navigates your veins, your annals, your bloodchambers, your stems and streams. he loses his river-drawing pole in your waters, and afterwards he closes his eyes and pretends that his arms could unpaint the stillness, could remove the ripples, pretends that he could bend down and over and pretends his cock could pierce the water and pretends he could let loose and the entire world of you could be poised
2. THESE ARE MERELY LYRICS, and I hope your eyes, your soul,
I hope your hands, your lid-fingers, your dream-nails, your
blinking outpouring palms can craft a tune for them to rest on,
(but there are so many notes
3. "I know about you."
I could not help you along. My tongue could do nothing. Pray, Sister Mary, pray, in your white-cloth robe. Change your n
trying it forwardsLINK PROVIDED IN ARTIST'S COMMENTStrying it forwards7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Is There True Love.Is There True Love.7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Is There True Love.
Is There True Love?
The kind that gets underneath your skin,
That makes the world go up or down,
That completes everything.
Does it actually make you insane?
Borderline upon Love and Hate,
Can it make you cry and lust?
Feeling like everything is a must,
Never wanting to let go,
Making everything deeper then it is.
Is There such a thing as Love?
The kind that fills you everywhere,
Making you possessive of your lover,
Making everything you do last forever,
Replaying in your mind the moments that slowed in time,
Your First kiss,
Your First hug,
The First I love you.
Now Tell me really is There such a thing as True Love?
Always... Book 1 Chapter 11Always... Book 1 Chapter 114 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Headmaster," Severus briefly bowed his head to the bespectacled man behind the desk. "I would like to discuss the matter of the upcoming Quidditch match."
"What about it?"
"Has a referee been chosen?"
Dumbledore looked up at the Potions Master, a tinkle in his eye. "Not as of yet. I assumed that Madame Hooch would be filling that role."
"Then, I wish to volunteer my services, sir."
His eyebrow shot up to join his long, silver hair. "And why is that?"
Snape took a deep breath, "I believe that Quirrell may try something else, and I believe that I would have better control of the situation should it arise were I on the field, and closer to the Potter boy."
"Very well," Dumbledore replied. He suppressed a chuckle at the look of surprise on Snape's face. "Besides, I will be there as well. Our students cannot go unsupervised."
"Of course, Headmaster." He bowed one last time, then turned and left the office.
As the match grew closer, Snape grew more irritable. He even found the
She Needs HimShe needs himShe Needs Him7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His look, his touch, his embrace
The soft touch of his lips
She needs his heart, his love
Its been many years since she has felt him
She can hear his voice
She can see his picture
And she hears I love you when they talk
But, she needs him
Miles have separated them for so long
Years, months, days, and hours are counted
Thoughts of him take up most of her day
She can remember his last touch
She needs him
Across the miles they love each other
They are there for each other
At night they share their desires, their needs
Setting a image for meeting again
They need each other
How long can this love last?
They are determined to hang on; their love is worth it
If it takes days, months, or another ten years
They will find their way to each other
And when they do, they will never let go
you lost your chance....I liked you in the pastyou lost your chance....7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
even loved you for a while
now you want me when I'm taken
love, I think you're in denial
why can't you see I love him?
He's my perfect guy
I'm in a happy relationship
it's gonna last this time
don't you want me to be happy?
please give my love a chance
please don't try destroy it
let me have this dream romance
I guess I should thank you
for hurting me so
cause when you lost your chance
you helped me grow
you only see now
what he saw in me all along
a girl with so much love to give
a girl who is so strong
I'm sorry if you're hurting
but the fault is all your own
and if you won't settle for friendship
then I'm afraid you must just leave me alone