February 2012
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January 2012
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November 2011
2 posts
Amy Winehouse - "Back To Black"
He left no time to regret Kept his dick wet With his same old safe bet Me and my head high And my tears dry Get on without my guy You went back to what you knew So far removed from all that we went through And I tread a troubled track My odds are stacked I’ll go back to black We only said goodbye with words I died a hundred times You go back to her And I go back to I go back to us I love...
June 2011
1 post
April 2011
6 posts
"Invictus" by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me...
"The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear, Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay...
Anaïs Mitchell - “Before the Eyes of the...
everyone has a weeknes, but I have two; everything you say and everything you do.
March 2011
5 posts
"She Walks in Beauty" by Lord Byron
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair’d the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where...
Pink Floyd - “Hey You” Hey you, out...
February 2011
2 posts
The darker the berry, the sweeter the taste.
January 2011
9 posts
To find ourselves, we must first lose ourselves.
Barbara - “L’aigle Noir”
Tim Christensen - “Love is a matter...
“Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.”
– Mignon McLaughlin
"The Sick Rose" by William Blake
O Rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm, That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy; And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.