• tonight, i sleep outside your window.

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Friday, 06 March 2009

  • Sonnet XVII

    I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
    or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
    I love you as certain dark things are loved,
    secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

    I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
    hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
    and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
    lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth

    I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
    I love you simply, without dcomplexities or pride:
    I love you this way because I don't know any other way of loving

    But this, in which there is no I or you,
    so close that your hand upon my chest is my hand
    so close that when you close your eyes, I fall asleep

    - Pablo Neruda

Friday, 23 January 2009

  • I must have done something good

    Maybe there is karma. And destiny. Kismet. And maybe there are miracles.
    I thought it was over, but this is just the beginning. It makes me look at life anew, at the world of possibilities. It is incredible to me. It's like something out of a fairy tale or a movie that makes you wistful and reluctant to admit it; you never really expect for it to happen to you. If something this incredible could happen, maybe the sky is the limit if you really care about something.
    I get really lucky sometimes, apparently.
    My husband is the most beautiful man in the world. ^_^
    To me.

    I know I'm sappy sometimes, but I can't help it.

    "Perhaps I had a wicked childhood
    Perhaps I had a miserable youth
    But somewhere in my wicked, miserable past
    There must have been a moment of truth
    For here you are
    Standing there
    Loving me
    Whether or not you should
    So somewhere in my youth or childhood
    I must have done something good
    Nothing comes from nothing
    Nothing ever could
    So somewhere in my youth or childhood
    I must have done something good..."

Sunday, 14 September 2008

  • i think that if i actually thought i could help you, that you would let me
    help you, and that you wanted me to,
    i would stay.
    i doubt this is the case, however.
    you are like a soft whisper
    saying the saddest true things.
    i guess sitting on the outside of the world so long
    gives you a lot of time to observe such things.

    i have always been drawn to you
    because i am always drawn to the truth,
    however ugly, beautiful, or full of pain
    it is.
    maybe i have also always been drawn to pain,
    those full of pain,
    the ugly and the beautiful,
    because i understand it so well.

Saturday, 02 August 2008

  • Proud

    Freedom and blood
    I make my mark and fight for tomorrow
    Finally I've got something
    Something I can raise my voice for
    Fine tell them who you really want
    Fine well you'll get yours and I'll get mine
    Proud
    I'm proud to be proud to see
    They said proud
    I'm proud to be proud to be me
    They said tell me oh you've got to tell me
    Freedom's rough
    So we take our stand and fight for tomorrow
    Finally we got something
    Something we can bring down the house with
    Fine tell them who you think you are
    Fine tell them fine is what you are
    And when you finally figure out what it is you need
    You better think of me
    No no no no
    When I get up
    I feel the rhythm in my fingers
    I get up - I hear the rhythm in my laughter
    Take a second look
    You might find that I am stronger
    Take a second look
    You might find that you are stronger
    Imagination inspiration
    It's only fair that I tell you
    I plan on leaving here tonight with my pride
    It gets me every time
    With my pride
    I'm proud to be I'm proud to be me

    -- Tegan and Sara

Friday, 25 July 2008

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