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@trunking | 22 March 22 | |
@ trunking - 8.09.18 - 08:15pm Walking Away It is eighteen years ago, almost to the day A sunny day with leaves just turning, The touch-lines new-ruled since I watched you play Your first game of football, then, like a satellite Wrenched from its orbit, go drifting away Behind a scatter of boys. I can see You walking away from me towards the school With the pathos of a half-fledged thing set free Into a wilderness, the gait of one Who finds no path where the path should be. That hesitant figure, eddying away Like a winged seed loosened from its parent stem, Has something I never quite grasp to convey About natures give-and-take the small, the scorching Ordeals which fire ones irresolute clay. I have had worse partings, but none that so Gnaws at my mind still. Perhaps it is roughly Saying what God alone could perfectly show How selfhood begins with a walking away, And love is proved in the letting go. by C Day-Lewis Did this in 10th or 11th grade |
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@trunking | 22 March 22 | |
@ trunking - 30.08.18 - 02:49pm my sweet old etcetera by e e c.ummings my sweet old etcetera aunt lucy during the recent war could and what is more did tell you just what everybody was fighting for, my sister Isabel created hundreds (and hundreds)of socks not to mention fleaproof earwarmers etcetera wristers etcetera, my mother hoped that I would die etcetera bravely of course my father used to become h0arse talking about how it was a privilege and if only he could meanwhile my self etcetera lay quietly in the deep mud et cetera (dreaming, et cetera, of Your smile eyes knees and of your Etcetera) 11th grade if memory serves me well |
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@liamb17 | 10 May 22 | |
TITLE - ice rose I see her in my sleep She walks the halls and calls to me wild rose all alive with fire Can I quench her desire? Would I dare to grasp my only chance try to shape her heart with these broken hands even while her thorns make me bleed? I know only oblivion can come I'll chase her like the setting sun but she evaporates like dew I'm left with just another empty morning. Poem about a female computer character Anyone guess who wrote this ??? |
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@ogdenz | 10 May 22 | |
Frisbee. Frisbee whizzing through the air, Above our heads and over the sand, Into the water,among the waves, Out to sea, I cried a lot that day, Frisbee was a good dog. |
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@liamb17 | 10 May 22 | |
@ liamb17 - 10.05.22 - 09:58am TITLE - ice rose I see her in my sleep She walks the halls and calls to me wild rose all alive with fire Can I quench her desire? Would I dare to grasp my only chance try to shape her heart with these broken hands even while her thorns make me bleed? I know only oblivion can come I'll chase her like the setting sun but she evaporates like dew I'm left with just another empty morning. Poem about a female computer character Anyone guess who wrote this ??? |
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@trunking | 27 May 22 | |
IN SEDITIONEM HORRENDAM, corruptelis gallicis, ut fertur, londini nuper exortam. Perfida, crudelis, victa et lymphata furore, Non armis, laurum Gallia fraude petit. Venalem pretio plebem conducit, et urit Undique privatas patriciasque domos. Nequicquam conata sua, foedissima sperat Posse tamen nostra nos superare manu. Gallia, vana struis! Precibus nunc utere! Vinces, Nam mites timidis, supplicibusque sumus. _____________ TRANSLATION. False, cruel, disappointed, stung to the heart, France quits the warriors for the assassins part, To dirty hands a dirty bribe conveys, Bids the low street and lofty palace blaze. Her sons too weak to vanquish us alone, She hires the worst and basest of our own. Kneel, France! a suppliant conquers us with ease, We always spare a coward on his knees. _____________ |
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@trunking | 27 May 22 | |
Care, vale! Sed non aeternum, care, valeto! Namque iterum tecum, sim modo dignus, ero. Tum nihil amplexus poterit divellere nostros, Nec tu marcesces, nec lacrymabor ego. _____________ TRANSLATION. Farewell! ''But not for ever,'' Hope replies, Trace but his steps and meet him in the skies! There nothing shall renew our parting pain, Thou shalt not wither, nor I weep again. _____________ |
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@trunking | 27 May 22 | |
I used to think that I could not go on And life was nothing but an awful song But now I know the meaning of true love I'm leaning on the everlasting arms See I was on the verge of breaking down Sometimes the silence can seem so loud There are miracles in life I must achieve But first I know it starts inside of me |
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@trunking | 31 May 22 | |
Every Rose Has Its Thorn... Every rose has its thorn, amongst beauty there's always pain But we must suck it up, let it go, overcome and not complain Every rose has its thorn, but tomorrow is always another day Just forget about it, don't regret it, just say goodbye anyway In this life, nothing but love is free and sometimes love hurts Sometimes we try to fix, others ignore it, it only gets worse The pain that we feel, is always too real, and help is no good But every rose has its thorn, no one would help us if they could The world is a horror, but we must live here until the very end Sometimes it can be good, made great by having a simple friend But mostly it is bad, and even sometimes sad, it's nothing new Every rose has its thorn, and there's absolutely nothing we can do With the good there is bad, with the beauty there is only sad The good times are always soured, the happy always made mad With every rose there is a thorn, just to pr*ck us in the side... Every rose has its thorn, which seems to always sour the ride... |
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@trunking | 31 May 22 | |
I Am Just Moving Along Just singing the same old song over and over as the years just fly by and are gone in the blink of an eye. Every new day that I wake up I can't help but wonder how much closer I am to that day when I will die. No one knows when it will come and we cannot run for time is a fire that we all burn and knowledge is something we all yearn. All we can hope for is that we all learned something along the many different roads that we traveled as our lives unraveled. I learn something new every day as I move along invisible to some but here to stay and if you really knew me you have been able to see me somewhere along the way as I try in my own way to share this knowlege learned with others for their use some day. I have learned to stay strong to be able to navigate the many different paths and to shoulder life's wraths so I could just keep moving along singing that same old song but I still have to cry without even knowing why. |
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