He was frustrated
Because he could not get love
So he shot them all.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Not a Haiku.
So why the push and pull my love?
What’s left for me to do
But sit and wait for you to leave
Me wondering of you.
The sky would fall upon my head
The rain would gather too
If you should hide away again
And leave me feeling blue.
What’s left for me to do
But sit and wait for you to leave
Me wondering of you.
The sky would fall upon my head
The rain would gather too
If you should hide away again
And leave me feeling blue.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Mad Girl's Love Song
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
~Sylvia Plath
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
~Sylvia Plath
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