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( Terribly bad emo poetry )

Yellow Stars ( Read more... )

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Electra, by Sally Purcell

'In my dream I stood in a grey land
that had never known tree or sun,
and a little crooked wind blew from nowhere
fretting my hair;
under tarnished heavy clouds
distance or direction were impossible,
no choice could hold meaning.

It was like the salt marshes that creation's gale
streams across in the blackness before day,
but here ( Read more... )

I appear to be finding poems and love quotes today. I'm not sure why, but here are some more. I shall stop, I am sure, soon.

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Outing in spring,
Almond flower petals in the air.
The wind lent them wing,
To adorn my hair.
Whose youth is that over there?
Perfectly handsome and fair!
I intend to condescend
Myself, offering him my hand
For life, and then,
Even if I be cast aside in the end,
There’s no cause for me to repent.

Wei Zhuang

“I am no king, and I am no lord ( Read more... )

I found this today while looking for poems.

It was written by one of the men who was involved with a plot to assassinate Hitler. He wrote it while he was waiting for his execution. I find it amazingly moving, and it always makes me think.

Someone mentioned it today on a CiF thread which can be found here, in which there was a discussion on ( Read more... )

So, I just had a bit of a mini-explosion of rage about some stupid society stuff, which was, at least, a definite improvement on my horrid bleak hole of misery over the weekend.

However, I not going to let this warp my evening, for so far it has been lovely. I have unifex, andyrebranded, ksirafai, and castorlion over, and myself and Andy just celebrated an early Burns Night with ( Read more... )