My tình yêu is like to ice, and I to fire
How come it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire
But harder grows the thêm I entreat
hoặc how come it that my exeeding heat
Is not delayed bởi her heart-frozen cold
But that I burn much thêm in boiling sweat
And feel my flames augment manifold
What thêm miraculous thing may be told
That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice
And ice, which is congealed with senseless cold
Should kindle ngọn lửa, chữa cháy with wonderful device
Such is the power of tình yêu in gentle mind
That it can alter all the course of time
How come it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire
But harder grows the thêm I entreat
hoặc how come it that my exeeding heat
Is not delayed bởi her heart-frozen cold
But that I burn much thêm in boiling sweat
And feel my flames augment manifold
What thêm miraculous thing may be told
That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice
And ice, which is congealed with senseless cold
Should kindle ngọn lửa, chữa cháy with wonderful device
Such is the power of tình yêu in gentle mind
That it can alter all the course of time
we tie time
in knots and try
to connect the dots,
but time was meant
to measure between
things and all
we’re measuring
is the difference
between his time
and my time
hoặc between this time
and last time.
30 giây in the microwave
means nothing
until those 30 seconds
could have been spent
eating the food,
talking to a sister,
hoặc practicing that new
dance di chuyển which is only
new because it is newer
than those other moves
because its distance
is shorter to the present
than the other dance class
and not because
it is the tiếp theo big thing,
although that makes a different
di chuyển new.
what i mean to say
is that time is overused,
overemphasized. we give
time the throne
and it rules and makes rules.
we follow them
because we like to think
that time is important
and we are important
and our time is gold,
but even gold
would have no value
if there were an endless supply,
and time is endless, but
not for us, but
time is endless nevertheless.
in knots and try
to connect the dots,
but time was meant
to measure between
things and all
we’re measuring
is the difference
between his time
and my time
hoặc between this time
and last time.
30 giây in the microwave
means nothing
until those 30 seconds
could have been spent
eating the food,
talking to a sister,
hoặc practicing that new
dance di chuyển which is only
new because it is newer
than those other moves
because its distance
is shorter to the present
than the other dance class
and not because
it is the tiếp theo big thing,
although that makes a different
di chuyển new.
what i mean to say
is that time is overused,
overemphasized. we give
time the throne
and it rules and makes rules.
we follow them
because we like to think
that time is important
and we are important
and our time is gold,
but even gold
would have no value
if there were an endless supply,
and time is endless, but
not for us, but
time is endless nevertheless.
This poem has been written in my own style. I prefer free style thi ca so this poem does not rhyme.
Enjoy~
Sitting a pearl white tub filled with warm clear water.
Sanctuary.
I set a slightly rusty blade gently on the center of my wrist.
The cool blade on my warm skin feels good.
Pressing harder, drawing crimson blood.
I slide the blade across my skin.
Sharp pain shoots through me.
Moaning in pain, I continue.
Blood starts dripping into the water.
màu hồng, hồng swirls in the water.
I let my bloody wrist soak in the water.
It stings, but feels good.
The blade goes into my other hand and do the same to my right wrist.
Sanctuary.
I let all my pain from lies ooze out of me and into the already màu hồng, hồng water.
Tears run down my cheeks.
I feel sick and my eye lids droop.
I feel better now.
My head rolls to the side as I go unconsicious
Sanctuary.
~
Enjoy~
Sitting a pearl white tub filled with warm clear water.
Sanctuary.
I set a slightly rusty blade gently on the center of my wrist.
The cool blade on my warm skin feels good.
Pressing harder, drawing crimson blood.
I slide the blade across my skin.
Sharp pain shoots through me.
Moaning in pain, I continue.
Blood starts dripping into the water.
màu hồng, hồng swirls in the water.
I let my bloody wrist soak in the water.
It stings, but feels good.
The blade goes into my other hand and do the same to my right wrist.
Sanctuary.
I let all my pain from lies ooze out of me and into the already màu hồng, hồng water.
Tears run down my cheeks.
I feel sick and my eye lids droop.
I feel better now.
My head rolls to the side as I go unconsicious
Sanctuary.
~
