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Caffeine paranoid
You are all out to get me
And my magic beans!
Chemically awake
Bad for me but I must work
I wish I could sleep
Creeping ants inside
I want to go hide away
Grey summer skies fume
You are all out to get me
And my magic beans!
Chemically awake
Bad for me but I must work
I wish I could sleep
Creeping ants inside
I want to go hide away
Grey summer skies fume
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More than one person has posted poetry today, and I seem to be in a mood for it.
So, recommend poetry to me. Who's your favourite poet? What should I read that I haven't?
(My favourite, by the by, is Yeats.)
Alternatively, write me a poem! I'll save you from having to read any of mine, though.
So, recommend poetry to me. Who's your favourite poet? What should I read that I haven't?
(My favourite, by the by, is Yeats.)
Alternatively, write me a poem! I'll save you from having to read any of mine, though.
Exhausted people
Are less charming than normal
I need to sleep more.
Are less charming than normal
I need to sleep more.
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When you see this, post poetry on your journal.
With Annie gone
Who's eyes to compare to the morning sun?
Not that I did compare,
But I do compare, now that she's gone.
by Leonard Cohen
For Anne
With Annie gone
Who's eyes to compare to the morning sun?
Not that I did compare,
But I do compare, now that she's gone.
by Leonard Cohen
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He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven (W. B. Yeats)
Had I the Heaven's embroidered cloths.
The blue and the dim and dark cloths
Of the light and the night and the half light
I would lay them at your feet
But I, being poor, have only my dreams
Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams.
Had I the Heaven's embroidered cloths.
The blue and the dim and dark cloths
Of the light and the night and the half light
I would lay them at your feet
But I, being poor, have only my dreams
Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams.
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Let's Play tag...
This is a new game![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
corwin77 invented. It's called LitTag. The gist is this...I post a quote or short reading or poem...then I tag some one this person posts a piece they like and tag someone and so it goes.
William Blake's "The Sick Rose"
O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
I tagwebby!
This is a new game
corwin77 invented. It's called LitTag. The gist is this...I post a quote or short reading or poem...then I tag some one this person posts a piece they like and tag someone and so it goes.William Blake's "The Sick Rose"
O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
I tag
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I'm not sure why, but damn near everyone I know is having a really shitty time with life right now.
(And I'll be there for you... As the world falls down...)
For myself, I've been on the edge lately; meandering through melancholy, edging through ennui, but today, I am beginning to feel truly depressed. The sort of mood where even when I smile I feel like crap.
(O Rose, thou art sick)
I recite bad goth poetry now;
Despair, despair,
As black as my hair
Despair, despair,
Joy has gone; where?
Despair, despair,
Wish I'd get killed by a bear
Despair, despair,
I wish life was fair
(It is the blight that man was born for; It is Margaret you mourn for)
(And I'll be there for you... As the world falls down...)
For myself, I've been on the edge lately; meandering through melancholy, edging through ennui, but today, I am beginning to feel truly depressed. The sort of mood where even when I smile I feel like crap.
(O Rose, thou art sick)
I recite bad goth poetry now;
Despair, despair,
As black as my hair
Despair, despair,
Joy has gone; where?
Despair, despair,
Wish I'd get killed by a bear
Despair, despair,
I wish life was fair
(It is the blight that man was born for; It is Margaret you mourn for)
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