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Sunday, December 25, 2011

She walks in beauty

So, I think I'm in love...there's this poet, and nearly every word he pens makes me involuntarily melt inside. His name is Byron. George Gordon (Lord) Byron (1788-1824). And today, I'm going to share one of his breathtaking works with you.

"SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY

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 thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!"



Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Running To Find You

Run away.
I just want to run away
From all these doubts and fears of disappointment
Feels like I'm going nowhere at the moment

Drive.
I wish I could drive through the night
Emerging in the soft glow of the morning light
Unafraid of not knowing when or where my journey ends

You.
Sometimes I wish you wouldn't plague me
Or that you'd swoop in and save me
From the chaos in my mind

But instead you hover
Like a shadow of a lover
You're there one day, then gone another
Like you can't make up your mind

Skip.
 I wish that I could skip somethings in life
Like this unpleasant feeling we call 'lonely'
But then I'd miss the whole adventure of you getting to know me

Though, I know there's so much more to living life

Life.
Why can't life, most days, be easy?
I feel like some days that I won't sleep until I die

So I content myself with dreaming
While through my window sunlight's gleaming

Because they who dream by day
are aware of so much more
than those who only dream at night

Night.
 For many, I feel, night is a truly confusing time of day
My body is weary
My feet are dragging
My mood is dreary
And yet, Night is when my imagination comes out to play

Here.
 Here is where I leave you
But where 'Here' is, is up to you
And with you, I leave an image
Though a rather fuzzy image:

Of a girl wandering through life
skipping town
driving through the night
A girl running away,
 just to find you.

Running away to find you, here.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

A peculiar treasure






There is a girl I know, whose helping hands help people grow.
Her heart, so beautiful, is larger than the oceans
And when she speaks, love is verbally put into motion
Beloved by all, this girl of slight frame stands bold and tall
This gorgeous creature is blessed with compassion knowing no bounds, truly a heart for the lost
This gorgeous creature is blessed with skin the color of creamy coffee, and bouncy black raven locks
A precious and peculiar treasure, is this girl I know
For she belongs to a savior who's love has made her pure as snow
And though, some days, she feels crushed, as if by the whole world's cares(and sometimes told things that catch her unawares)
She will always have arms to run to
Arms ready for a sweet embrace
Arms to calm and reassure her
Arms that make her feel safe
For she is a peculiar treasure
One only a fool would let go
Unique and unattainable by all
Except the one who sees inside her soul
This is the girl I know
I call this girl my friend
This girl, like me, a peculiar treasure
One I'll cherish 'till the end.

Friday, December 2, 2011

"A cup of coffee shared with a friend is happiness tasted and time well spent."