You always tell me how strong I am, how I don’t seem to care no matter the situation. You tell me you wish you where as strong as me. All the time I spent when we lived together, trying to teach you to be strong, I didn’t realize it was I who was weak, andContinue reading “You who are strong.”
A touch of cold in the Autumn night— I walked abroad, And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge Like a red-faced farmer. I did not stop to speak, but nodded, And round about were the wistful stars With white faces like town children. Autumn – BY T. E. HULME
Whoever you are! how can I but offer you divine leaves, that you also be eligible as I am? How can I but as here chanting, invite you for yourself to collect bouquets of the incomparable feuillage of these States? Our Old Feuillage — by Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
Un cheval s’écroule au milieu d’une allée Les feuilles tombent sur lui Notre amour frissonne Et le soleil aussi. Author: Jacques Prévert This beautiful piece of poetry always makes me shiver. The scene is static, there’s a horse stopped in the middle of an alley and the leaves are falling over him. It’s autumn, colors ofContinue reading “Oh, L’Automne”
Happiness keeps You Sweet Trials keep You Strong Sorrows keep You Human Failures keeps You Humble Success keeps You Glowing But Only God keeps You Going
I have been naughty again. Been watching anime non stop for the last 6 hours. It’s way past midnight here and I’m writing this with one statement in mind: “I shall not hate jazz anymore.” I have been to a jazz concert and the only thing I could think about then was the fact thatContinue reading “This melody is stuck in my mind”
Women have strengths that amaze men. They bear hardships and they carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love and joy.. They smile when they want to scream. They sing when they want to cry. They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous. They fight for what they believe in. They standContinue reading “One Flaw In Women”
Year: 1648 Author: Robert Herrick When as in silks my Julia goes, Then, then (me thinks) how sweetly flowes The liquefaction of her clothes. Next, when I cast mine eyes and see That brave Vibration each way free; O how that glittering taketh me!