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posted by babyjay
here is a poem... my therapist wants me to find ways to talk about my feelings....

i have felt sad before,
but this is so much stronger.
i feel like i am drowning,
deeper and deeper in to the black cold water.
i can not scream,
i can not swim to the surface.
i am to lost,
the sadness has consumed me,
as i slowly fade away.
the monster is consuming me,
where has the real me gone?
is she lost?
또는 did the moster take her over,
and leave me for dead.
no one understands the monster,
no one but those who live consumed 의해 it.
deeply consumed like me.
added by Lovetreehill
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 당신 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 망토, 망 토 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 동물 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 사랑 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 당신 not, like me, an autumnal sun,...
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LENORE

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the 벨 toll ! a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river,
And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear ? Weep now 또는 nevermore!
See! on yon drear and rigid 관대, 보내 시 였다 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 compose 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 의해 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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With long sobs
the violin-throbs
of autumn wound
my 심장 with languorous
and montonous
sound.

Choking and pale
When I mind the tale
the hours keep,
my memory strays
down other days
and I weep;

and I let me go
where ill winds blow
now here, now there,
harried and sped,
even as a dead
leaf, anywhere.

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CHANSON D'AUTOMNE

Les sanglots longs
Des violons
De l'automne
Blessent mon cœur
D'une langueur
Monotone.

Tout suffocant
Et blême, quand
Sonne l'heure.
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens,
Et je pleure.

Et je m'en vais
Au vent mauvais
Qui m'emporte
De çà, de là,
Pareil à la
Feuille morte.
Examination of Conscience at Midnight

The clock striking midnight
Ironically invites us
To call to mind what use we made
Of the 일 that is fleeing:
— Today, a fateful date,
Friday the thirteenth we have
In spite of everything we know
Lived the life of a heretic;

We have blasphemed Jesus,
The one God one cannot deny!
Like a parasite at the table
Of some monstrous Croesus,
We have, to please the brute,
Worthy vassal of the Demons,
Hurled insults at that which we love
And flattered what repulses us.

Servile hangman, we have saddened
The weak man, wrongfully despised,
Saluted enormous Folly,
Folly with the brow...
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I give 당신 these verses so that if my name,
A vessel favored 의해 a strong north wind,
Fortunately reaches the distant future's shore,
And some night sets the minds of men to dreaming,

Your memory, like fables shrouded in the past,
Will weary the reader like a dulcimer,
And 의해 a mystical, brotherly bond
Remain suspended from my haughty verse;

Accurst being to whom, from the deep abysm
To the highest heaven, nothing responds, save me!
— O 당신 who, like an ephemeral ghost,

Trample lightly and with a serene look
Upon the dull mortals who found 당신 repugnant,
Jet eyed statue, tall 앤젤 with a brow of bronze!...
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Under the Mirabeau Bridge there flows the Seine
Must I recall
Our loves recall how then
After each sorrow joy came back again

Let night come on bells end the day
The days go 의해 me still I stay

Hands joined and face to face let’s stay just so
While underneath
The bridge of our arms shall go
Weary of endless looks the river’s flow

Let night come on bells end the day
The days go 의해 me still I stay

All 사랑 goes 의해 as water to the sea
All 사랑 goes by
How slow life seems to me
How violent the hope of 사랑 can be

Let night come on bells end the day
The days go 의해 me still I stay

The days the weeks pass 의해 beyond...
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posted by pinkmayhem6
The years have passed
The moments flown by
Yet I still find myself here
starting to cry

The 잔디 neatly trimmed
and the tombstone shines
Flowers' scents intoxicating
mixed with that of the pines

Dirt and mud disappeared
from your resting place
Finally I may 키스 the ground
without having a mess of my face

There are other survivors
traveling this lonely road
Trying to 옮기기 on
is as painful as letting go

My 심장 goes out to those
missing someone right now
Sometimes it's too hard living
When we forget how

But we share this common bond
Me and you
We keep catching and releasing
Not taking the same chances we used to

Different are the circumstances
but the results remain the same
Death showed a higher hand
and won the biggest pot in the game

But we must share with each other
We must not sink below the sorrow 또는 the guilt
We must not reach ground zero
Else our lives won't be rebuilt
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