Love is a sour delight; a sug'red grief;
A living death; an ever-dying life;
A breach of Reason's law; a secret thief;
A sea of tears; an ever-lasting strife;
   A bait for fools; a scourge of noble wits;
   A Deadly wound; a shot which ever hits.
Love is a blinded God; an angry ( Read more... )

Love is a discord and a strange divorce
Betwixt our sense and rest, by whose power,
As mad with reason, we admit that force
Which wit or labour never may divorce:
It is a will that brooketh no consent;
It would refuse yet never may repent.

Love's a desire, which, for to wait a time,
Doth lose ( Read more... )

I do not flourish without friendship. So many do not understand this, a friendship till death do us part. I need that bond. I need to know someone will travel alongside me. There are an abundance of new, unproved, uncertain new friends. I need an old friend, sometimes. No anxieties there, no undue restraint. One can be oneself, natural, without ( Read more... )

I'm part of the jungle ( Read more... )

I was a little girl once. Or rather, sometimes. Or for a short while. Suddenly when I was around ten everything changed. I was already damaged, fragile, ashamed. Often life was an exquisite agony. I thought things were sure to get better, in time. Boy, was I wrong! I was a scared young girl who wanted to be brave and beautiful and desired ( Read more... )

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I'd do better going to bed, I suppose. I'm sorry. Again. I fail, I fail, I fail. It's strange I feel such glee. I almost don't care anymore, what I do and don't do. I did some things right, some wrong. As I do every day, I suppose ( Read more... )

I miss... something. Something that makes me think of the little fields where I grew up, the poppies and the yellow flowers, the ones you could suck at the the stem and tasted sweet. The little, twisted olive trees along the path, relics of the groves that grew there years ago. The light yellow dust of the still-unpaved sidewalk crossing through ( Read more... )

Yes, I did finally get a D. Now I've received all possible grades! I collect them, and now I have them all: A+, A, A-, B+, B, B-, C+, C, D, F, FIN, NC, WU ( Read more... )

So melancholy... I run to you when I'm melancholy. The wind is violent tonight and it makes me feel afraid. Most days, almost anything makes me feel afraid. I would that it were only you and me for a while, in a quiet, restful peace. No fears. No despondency. Just you and me, talking or in silence. I'm tired of always being afraid. Suddenly I'm ( Read more... )