There is pleasure in the pathless woods; There is rapture on the lonely shore; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more... Lord Byron

... Though tears flow from these eyes I will smile again And trust tomorrow the sun shall rise   Though darkness may enfold me Though heavy rain can’t help but pour Though shattered, lost and broken Though heart could barely bear it all Though tired and weary and confused Though badly hurt and bruised I know that I will smile again   And I will smile again!   I found this poem beautiful

___John the Scoffer & the Mushroom Margarita old music, an ocean of emotions, and confidence tamed by lameness, feeling was too dangerous, had to give it up, the heights of passion, from a new mountain...the past, i'm a secret book of truth that doesn't want to be read, half-alive half dead, and i still look nice sillouetted by lightning. ____________ 4 shots of brandy into the night.

Like lovers in the back row Holding hands, they won't let go They lean closer, it's so damn romantic But this stupid world is so damn pedantic Rules of society are tearing them apart 'Cuz no-one cares...of the heart Such a simple thing presents such trauma Why don't they understand, she needs her? Get off your high horse and stop dictating that rule 'Cuz anyone who believes your lies, is a damn foo

Alone Before Dawn   Awake too early. Head reeling, disconnected, still in dreams.   Cold coffee in the microwave, cereal, banana, milk in a hard, white bowl. A circle...that awake means knowledge, knowledge means pain, and death.   Finish breakfast anyway. There are things to do, or else, why up so early

There By this_is_nowhere , © October 30th 2008 The hag of pearls A mark of beauty still left upon her stained wrist Television screaming at the neighbors, "Come quick, before it's too late...back Her eyes, faint Her face, fallen and immobilized Panic gone Everything gone She's... gone. So you see, my friends, it's all perception. Believe what you will, for, good or ill, it is your fate

Take my hands, rake through snow covered, side street sidewalks, watching people who dot the landscape, covered head to toe. We at last see the imperfect beauty that lines these off-white streets. And...Embrace hips that fall into mine as we erase the traces of complace- ncy. As we taste each other, another dimly coated layer of orange snow falls to our feet and shows us the reason that we’re still here

Clouds race across the sky Hide the Sun's face And me with Grace Let the rain come Let it fall on me Let it set my soul free Clouds race across the sky Hide the blue behind gray Oh, just for today, stay...stay Keep the sun from my tired skin From hurting my dry eyes From burning me up in sighs Clouds race They race across the sky And leave me still In a peace of deep water copyright 2008 Angela N. Hun

I love this poem. Im getting more and more into it. The Secretary Chant/Marge Piercy My hips are a desk, From my ears hang chains of paper clips. Rubber bands form my hair. My breasts are quills of mimeograph ink. My feet bear casters, Buzz. Click. My head is a badly organized file. My head is a switchboard where crossed lines crackle. Press my fingers and in my eyes appear credit and...

Something I wrote for class. It gave me fucking panic attacks. Thanks Eng384. Shadow Box Cherry is a beautiful frame holding snugly a small pocket watch ticking to an irregular heartbeat. Pictures...the fingerprints of the palm pressed ever so firmly against the glass paneled shadowbox, the trapped soul whose lungs are constricted by the bricks of reason and the panic of an incoming storm.