• random pictures, quotes,

    Ago 8 2011, 13:20

    this is just a collection of really good pics, quotes and poems from a thread in a group that everyone left but me...... ;(

    Emily Dickinson

    To die--takes just a little while--
    They say it doesn't hurt--
    It's only fainter--by degrees--
    And then--it's out of sight--

    A darker Ribbon--for a Day--
    A Crape upon the Hat--
    And then the pretty sunshine comes--
    And helps us to forget--

    The absent--mystic--creature--
    That but for love of us--
    Had gone to sleep--that soundest time--
    Without the weariness--


    It went many years,
    But at last came a knock,
    And I thought of the door
    With no lock to lock.

    I blew out the light,
    I tiptoed the floor,
    And raised both hands
    In prayer to the door.

    But the knock came again..
    My window was wide;
    I climbed on the sill
    And descended outside.

    Back over the sill
    I bade a ' Come in "
    To whatever the knock
    At the door may have been.

    So at a knock
    I emptied my cage
    To hide in the world.
    And alter with age.

    Robert Frost

    The Children of the Night

    For those that never know the light,
    The darkness is a sullen thing;
    And they, the Children of the Night,
    Seem lost in Fortune's winnowing.

    But some are strong and some are weak, --
    And there's the story. House and home
    Are shut from countless hearts that seek
    World-refuge that will never come.

    And if there be no other life,
    And if there be no other chance
    To weigh their sorrow and their strife
    Than in the scales of circumstance,

    'T were better, ere the sun go down
    Upon the first day we embark,
    In life's imbittered sea to drown,
    Than sail forever in the dark.

    But if there be a soul on earth
    So blinded with its own misuse
    Of man's revealed, incessant worth,
    Or worn with anguish, that it views

    No light but for a mortal eye,
    No rest but of a mortal sleep,
    No God but in a prophet's lie,
    No faith for "honest doubt" to keep;

    If there be nothing, good or bad,
    But chaos for a soul to trust, --
    God counts it for a soul gone mad,
    And if God be God, He is just.

    And if God be God, He is Love;
    And though the Dawn be still so dim,
    It shows us we have played enough
    With creeds that make a fiend of Him.

    There is one creed, and only one,
    That glorifies God's excellence;
    So cherish, that His will be done,
    The common creed of common sense.

    It is the crimson, not the gray,
    That charms the twilight of all time;
    It is the promise of the day
    That makes the starry sky sublime;

    It is the faith within the fear
    That holds us to the life we curse; --
    So let us in ourselves revere
    The Self which is the Universe!

    Let us, the Children of the Night,
    Put off the cloak that hides the scar!
    Let us be Children of the Light,
    And tell the ages what we are!

    Edwin Arlington Robinson


    I wonder what will happen...now
    That the day has come
    When I must leave you...

    I wonder will you cry
    I wonder will you be happy
    I wonder will you miss me...

    Will you lie awake at night
    Remembering all the good times
    Or will you sit
    And only think of the bad...

    Will you wonder where I am at night
    Will you wonder what I'm doing
    Or will you just not care...

    Will it hurt you to think
    Of all the times we've shared
    Or will they just slip your mind
    Like they were never there...

    Will you remember all the laughs
    Or will you forget those
    And put them in your past...

    Will you remember all the tears
    Or replace them with all of your fears...

    Will you pretend like we never happened
    And let us go along the years...

    Will you drown out all of your sorrows
    With laughter and cheers...

    Will you forget that yesterday was here
    And wave goodbye to all of our memories...

    Will you try to hold on to everything that we had...
    Or say goodbye to old times
    And go on with everything you are not...?
    What will happen...now.

    (for the one love I lost for ever....4/22/2000)
    by Posiegirl

    From My Hands...
    So much I thought I'd have to say
    Though I try to speak, my meaning strays.
    We can't avoid the facts that brought us here.
    I have come to say goodbye.

    The lies I try to tell with my own eyes;
    An act of pride, a willful compromise.
    Please understand how torn I am
    When I walk away from here.

    I lament the moments we won't share.
    If I am far too sentimental, I apologize.
    Please understand this is who I am
    And who I'll still be when I've walked away from here.

    You know I'm not unkind
    When I say in the future,
    The past is just the past.

    No going back,
    No change of heart
    But this is now,
    Time will not differ.

    My thoughts betray, so easily confess
    How long I'll wait here after you have gone.
    Nothing ends but I don't believe that now
    Please don't walk away from here.

    I went alone and I remember days.
    Nothing will change a single fact of who you were to me
    Oh, come what may, forever to the end
    I find it so hard to let you go.

    And hush now, let it go now
    There's no need for sad goodbyes.
    Hush now, let it go now
    I know it's time to go.
    Time to let this fall from my hands.

    Goodbye .....forever.

    VnV Nation
    From My Hands lyrics

    From My Hands

    `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
    Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
    All mimsy were the borogoves,
    And the mome raths outgrabe.

    "Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
    The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
    Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
    The frumious Bandersnatch!"

    He took his vorpal sword in hand:
    Long time the manxome foe he sought --
    So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
    And stood awhile in thought.

    And, as in uffish thought he stood,
    The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
    Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
    And burbled as it came!

    One, two! One, two! And through and through
    The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
    He left it dead, and with its head
    He went galumphing back.

    "And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
    Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
    O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
    He chortled in his joy.

    `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
    Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
    All mimsy were the borogoves,
    And the mome raths outgrabe.

    ~Lewis Carroll
    (from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)