Poems...

sitting in my room..
i sorta was a bit on the deflated mood..
searched round thru my documents..
and came across some of these poems
which i saved ages ago..
just poems that i really like
and postin em here..
something i just chose to share with you guys ^^
anyways..
some of my fave poems..
they should be on the other blog.
but i really cbb..
*edit: i ended up postin em up there as well*

i carry your heart
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

~e e cummings


Always for the first time
Always for the first time
Hardly do I know you by sight
You return at some hour of the night to a house at an angle to my window
A wholly imaginary house
It is there that from one second to the next
In the inviolate darkness
I anticipate once more the fascinating rift occuring
The one and only rift
In the facade and in my heart
The closer I come to you
In reality
The more the key sings at the door of the unknown room
Where you appear alone before me
At first you coalesce entierly with the brightness
The elusive angle of a curtain
It's a field of jasmine I gazed upon at dawn on a road in the vicinity of Grasse
With the diagonal slant of its girls picking
Behind them the dark falling wing of the plants stripped bare
Before them a T-square of dazzling light
The curtain invisibly raised
In a frenzy all the flowers swarm back in
It is you at grips with that too long hour never dim enough until sleep
You as though you could be
The same except that I shall perhaps never meet you
You pretend not to know I am watching you
Marvelously I am no longer sure you know
You idleness brings tears to my eyes
A swarm of interpretations surrounds each of your gestures
It's a honeydew hunt
There are rocking chairs on a deck there are branches that may well scratch you in the forest
There are in a shop window in the rue Notre-Dame-de-Lorette
Two lovely crossed legs caught in long stockings
Flaring out in the center of a great white clover
There is a silken ladder rolled out over the ivy
There is
By my leaning over the precipice
Of your presence and your absense in hopeless fusion
My finding the secret
Of loving you
Always for the first time

~Andre Breton

somewhere i have never travelled
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

~e. e. cummings

Reluctance
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.

The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.

And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question 'Whither?'

Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?

~Robert Frost

anyways..
back to study..
or may come back for a decent post..
dunno really..
depends how i feel..
but hope you enjoyed reading em ^^

Post #290

hmmm...
nearing the 300 mark..
my bloggie's getting old...
anyways..
im waiting for a song to download before i sleep..
so thought id type up a post..
that after a long time..
that is on a happier note..
tho no guarantee..
since its sorta like my mind dumping area...

i received an email forword earlier...

Did you know that those who appear to be very strong in heart,
are really are weak and most susceptible?

Did you know that those who spend their time protecting others
are the ones that really need someone to protect them?

Did you know that the three most difficult things to say are:
I love you, Sorry and help me

Did you know that those who dress in red
are more confident in themselves?

Did you know that those who dress in yellow
are those that enjoy their beauty?

Did you know that those who dress in black,
are those who want to be unnoticed and need your help and understanding?

Did you know that when you help someone,
the help is returned in two folds?

Did you know that it's easier to say what you feel in writing than saying it to someone in the face?
But did you know that it has more value when you say it to their face?

Did you know that if you ask for something in faith,
your wishes are granted?

contemplating it..
it just seems so real..
tho whether or not it is or isnt true
is yet another thing..

im not really trying to argue those statements...
but just wondering to what degree that it is true to everyone..?

i guess..
really to people..
it can be believed to be true..
if one or another thing applies to ureself..
i mean of all those things..
how would you know if they were true..
unless you experience it in some way..
damnit..
seems like im reinforcing the degree of truth in those statements
ah well...

you could be in total denial of being weak..
and not realise it yourself..
or
you could just be saying that i wear black coz it
makes me look slimmer or i like that colour
ah well each person to themselves...

the weekend's past by..
AGAIN..
and ive done NOTHING..
-.-
god damn procrastination..
but i watched legally blonde 2..

i wanna watch she's the man and scary movie 4..
anyone care to go to the cinemas with me over the hols??

True colours...
what are each person's true colours?
who are they?
i mean for those who carry their hearts on their sleeves..
is that who they really are?
or just a mask yet again?
actually
im gonna diverge from that..
since by the looks of it seems to be dipping into a low..

yay i used a physics term
"diverge"
god..
i dun even know why im still taking physics

and im updating my ipod atm..
its taking FOREVER..
since i think i recently added some pix
from the ball on to the comp..
so its being sent on to the poddie..
just taking so bloody long..
i just hope i dun get caught soon..

damnit..
my sister came in
tho thank god she didnt stay..
am i even mean to my sister?
lol
by the looks of the blog
and most posts about her you'd think i completely hate her..

mm
today's been an ok day..
sat seeemed great..
cept for the guilt..
of being caught playing mahjong at a temple..
no we weren't gambling..
but still
i feel bad bout it everytime i think bout it..

i went to my grandparents' house on sat..
for rememberance of my great grandpa...
no wait..
my great great great grandpa..
yeah thats rite..
tho i dunno anythin bout...

some of the family met up..
i got to see my nephew ^^
aww he's so damn cute..
he's 2 and half..
but he doesnt talk that much..
tho he was running round the house
holding a baton like ballon and hitting everyone with it..
and him and i had a mini "sword"/ballon baton fight..
was so funny..
the only things i heard him say clearly were
"i want to kick" and "NOOOOOOOO"

mm
and i saw my lil baby cousin
she was so cute as well
and then jackson (my nephew)
got jealous coz his dad was holding our cousin
and not him ^^
which would make it jealous of his aunt... :S
yeah our family tree sounds bit stuffed up..
but its complicated..

and today..
went shopping for next sat's wedding..
and i forgot my harp concert -.-
which was a good thing i guess.
i really wasnt in the state to be performing..
ah well have to face the teacher tomoz
><

wow..
quite an unintentional long post..
that took bout 20 mins..
anyways..
time to go to bed..
school tomoz ><

nite nite
*hugz* to all