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posted by juicyjossy9
FROM..TO
ME^.^YOU



a simple word
for a special world
for you and me

a simple thought
for a special bond
one cannot see

it wraps us up
in its cocoon
and holds us fiercely
in its womb

this simple word
was created from the Moon
for you and me

in puwang and in time
my soul desperately
tries to find you

in the reality
of our infinity
it is so easy
for me to tell you

that all I want
is to LOVE you
all of YOU

i want to pag-ibig you
like no one else
could ever pag-ibig me
like you do

will you ever
forgive me
to pag-ibig you
like I do?
One night I dreamed I was wlking along the tabing-dagat with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there where two sets of footprints, other times there were only one set of footprints. This was bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints. So I sinabi to the Lord, "You promised me Lord, that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life ther had only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, you have not been there for me?" The Lord replied, "The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand, is when I carried you.


I hope you guys liked this poem sa pamamagitan ng Mary Stevenson. Plz commet :)

-Maiza
posted by CMJCMJLG
I feel lost,
I feel so different,
I know everyone around me,
but I don't seem to know any of the faces I see,
I don't know if it's just my hallucinations or my daydreaming,
I just don't know and yet kind of don't care,
I'm different from everyone and they judge me,
I know I'm weird, strange, and crazy,
But that's one of the great things about me,
I'm different and I'll deal with that my own self,
I'm not a typical popular girl,
but I'm not a backstabber either,
I'm a special different than they say,
I'm my own self and I pag-ibig to be different,
Make fun of me cause know I don't care
I'm different and I pag-ibig that because I don't
wanna be the same, I don't want to go with the flow,
I'm not like that. It's okay to different and I am.
ALONE

From childhood's oras 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 pinagmulan I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My puso 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 ulap that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
posted by juicyjossy9
a poem written
and sung by
Annie Lennox (2007)


fingernail moon
up in the sky
come out and see me
see me sometimes
'cause i'm here alone
stuck in the blue
no distance between us
between me and you
i've got nothing to hide
i've got nothing to lose
you'll be sa pamamagitan ng my side
c'mon tell me the truth

elegant moon
you cut like a knife
it does me no favours
to stay out of my sight
suspended like glass
all ancient and new
all of puwang lies between us
between me and you
there's no need to be shy
there's no need to be scared
i need you tonight
come on out if you dare

i'm just a girl with my feet on the ground
i'm just a girl with my...
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The Grave sinabi to the Rose,
"What of the dews of dawn,
Love's flower, what end is theirs ?"
"And what of spirits flown,
The souls whereon doth close
The tomb's mouth unawares ?"
The Rose sinabi to the Grave.

The Rose said, "In the shade
From the dawn's tears is made
A perfume faint and strange,
Amber and honey sweet."
"And all the spirits fleet
Do suffer a sky-change,
madami strangely than the dew,
To God's own mga kerubin new,"
The Grave sinabi to the Rose.

*****************************************************

LA TOMBE DIT A LA ROSE

La tombe dit à la rose :
"Des pleurs dont l'aube t'arrose
Que fais-tu, fleur des amours ?"
La rose dit à la tombe :
"Que fais-tu de ce qui tombe
Dans ton gouffre ouvert toujours ?"

La rose dit : "Tombeau sombre,
De ces pleurs je fais dans l'ombre
Un parfum d'ambre et de miel."
La tombe dit : " Fleur plaintive,
De chaque âme qui m'arrive
Je fais un ange du ciel !"
Be quiet and madami discreet, O my Grief.
You cried out for the Evening; even now it falls:
A gloomy atmosphere envelops the city,
Bringing peace to some, anxiety to others.

While the vulgar herd of mortals, under the scourge
Of Pleasure, that merciless torturer,
Goes to gather remorse in the servile festival,
My Grief, give me your hand; come this way

Far from them. See the dead years in makaluma gowns
Lean over the balconies of heaven;
Smiling Regret rise from the depths of the waters;

The dying Sun fall asleep beneath an arch, and
Listen, darling, to the soft footfalls of the Night
That traits off...
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sa pamamagitan ng Nicole Levy
Chronicle

The lyrical stylings of nationally acclaimed poet Kevin Brian Wright of Glendale have romanced even British reyna Elizabeth II herself. The poem Wright composed for the reyna in 2008, entitled “O’ Blessed Nightingale,” is today displayed as a personal keepsake of her majesty in Balmoral Castle. pagbaba the lyric, I imagined that Elizabeth had cast her regal person as that blessed nightingale for whom “the thunder…trembles, / When she beat her majestic wings in flight / Composing that choral symphony that softly serenades / The tranquil night, with that melodious...
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Votive Offering in the Spanish Style

I want to build for you, Madonna, my mistress,
An underground altar in the depths of my grief
And carve out in the darkest corner of my heart,
Far from worldly desires and mocking looks,
A niche, all enameled with azure and with gold,
Where you shall stand, amazed Statue,
With my polished Verses as a trellis of pure metal
Studded cunningly with rhymes of crystal,
I shall make for your head an immense Crown,
And from my Jealousy, O mortal Madonna,
I shall know how to cut a balabal in a fashion,
Barbaric, heavy, and stiff, lined with suspicion,
Which, like a sentry-box,...
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They say to me, your eyes, clear as crystal:
"For you, bizarre lover, what is my merit then ?"
— Be charming and be still! My heart, which all things irk,
Except the candor of the mga hayop of old,

Does not wish to reveal its black secret to you,
Whose lulling hands invite me to long sleep,
Nor its somber legend written with flame.
I hate passion; intelligence makes me suffer !

Let us pag-ibig each other sweetly. Tenebrous Love,
Ambushed in his shelter, stretches his fatal bow.
I know all the weapons of his old arsenal :

Crime, horror, and madness! — pale marguerite !
Are you not, like me, an autumnal sun,...
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Source: i wrote it.....
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Source: I wrote this....Hope you like it!
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One time, once only, sweet, amiable woman,
On my arm your smooth arm
Rested (on the tenebrous background of my soul
That memory is not faded);

It was late; like a newly struck medal
The full moon spread its rays,
And the solemnity of the night streamed
Like a river over sleeping Paris.

And along the houses, under the porte-cocheres,
Cats passed sa pamamagitan ng furtively,
With ears pricked up, or else, like beloved shades,
Slowly escorted us.

Suddenly, in the midst of that frank intimacy
Born in the pale moonlight,
From you, sonorous, rich instrument which vibrates
Only with radiant gaiety,

From you, clear and joyful as...
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LENORE

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the kampanilya toll ! a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river,
And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear ? Weep now or nevermore!
See! on yon drear and rigid kabaong low lies thy love, Lenore !
Come ! let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung !
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.

"Wretches ! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her- that she died!
How shall the ritual, then, be read ? The...
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I would, to umakda my eclogues chastely,
Lie down close to the sky like an astrologer,
And, near the church towers, listen while I dream
To their solemn anthems borne to me sa pamamagitan ng the wind.
My chin cupped in both hands, high up in my garret
I shall see the workshops where they chatter and sing,
The chimneys, the belfries, those masts of the city,
And the skies that make one dream of eternity.

It is sweet, through the mist, to see the stars
Appear in the heavens, the lamps in the windows,
The streams of smoke rise in the firmament
And the moon spread out her pale enchantment.
I shall see the springtimes, the...
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