December 2010
November 2010
Thunder
Nothing is beautiful
Without a price,
Nothing of value
That does not cause pain.
i miss you. but I don’t want to always be the one to talk first
home
Your absence has gone through me Like a thread through a needle, like the wind of winter Weaving its color through everything. I didn’t realize everything I had left boxed up All the fears, doubts, memories, and dreams In my closet. The road to home Just a simple path, a single phrase void of the tall skyscrapers of the city, Not a beautiful place. Yet it moves me more than a thousand city...
Separation
goodpoetry:
Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.
W.S. Merwin (submitted by siestas)
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Forgetting Someone
melancholynotes:
by Yehuda Amichai
Forgetting someone is like forgetting to turn off the light in the backyard so it stays lit all the next day. But then it is the light that makes you remember.
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autumn words
melancholynotes:
tea (green, black w/ milk)
rain (drizzle, shower, persistant)
grey (clouds, sky, sea)
leaves (red, yellow, orange, auburn)
bonfires
cardigans
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