Silent Tears -- Me

The tears I shed so copiously
have dried so soon
and yet the ones i stifled
within my heart
will never leave me
they say more unshed
....unsaid
than any crying out
can ever hope to say

Requiem -- Robert L. Stevenson

Under the wide and starry sky

Dig the grave and let me lie.

Glad did I live and gladly die,

And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me;

"Here he lies where he longed to be,

Home is the sailor, home from sea,

And the hunter home from the hill."

'Even You' -- Me

Thank you
first for all the sweet memories
for that day when I stood looking at you
and you turned back
and smiled

for in that moment
everything faded away
nothing seemed to matter
and i realised how beautiful a feeling it is
to love someone so much
that you dont care
and every little thing which seemed so big fades away

I now know that I will not love you forever
though as far as I will
It will be true

I bury my love
and will continue to visit its grave
until one sunday it rains
and I am afraid to soil my shoes
and I stay home and read
because time can make everything trivial

even life
even love
even you

My Mind does not Give up -- Me

Sometimes when I see no one
I mock my own idea of fun
I ask wrong questions
In the hope
They have no answers

I am so afraid
There is nothing else to say
I think I love hate
I cant leave anything to fate
My mind does not give up

My ears still hear the echo
Telling me I am a survivor
I knew no other way
Now that there is nothing to fight
My heart cannot see the light

I try to climb up a notch
Everyday
The ladder of self contempt
While I look for some role
Not staring at the darkness

I have my lonely days
When I focus on the haze
Its always about I
This world
I don’t even want to try

Its easy to hate everything
Say that my thoughts go deep
And that my soul is crying
I cant make you laugh
Why did I take this leap

Its easy to stop loving
You are so much me
I can just hate myself
But when I look at you
I don’t know what to do

The Sound of the Trees -- Robert Lee Frost

I wonder about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise

So close to our dwelling place?
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,

And acquire a listening air.
They are that that talks of going
But never gets away;
And that talks no less for knowing,

As it grows wiser and older,
That now it means to stay.
My feet tug at the floor
And my head sways to my shoulder

Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
From the window or the door.
I shall set forth for somewhere,
I shall make the reckless choice

Some day when they are in voice
And tossing so as to scare
The white clouds over them on.
I shall have less to say,
But I shall be gone.

Nothing Gold can stay -- Robert Lee Frost.

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

I Am Not Yours -- Sara Teasdale

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

The Weaver -- Anonymous Works

My life is but a weaving,
between my God and me,
I do not choose the colors, He worketh steadily.
Ofttimes he weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper, and I the underside.
Not till the loom is silent, and the shuttles cease to fly,
Will God unroll the canvas, and explain the reasons why
The dark threads are as needful in the skillful weaver's hand
As threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned.

He knows, He loves, He cares,
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives His very best to those
Who leave the choice with Him.

The Sick Rose -- William Blake

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.

Alone -- Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.

From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.

Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:

From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,

From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

'Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening'-- Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping here,
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep,
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.