Searching
i wander alone in this darkness
reaching out for a warm hand to hold
someone to guide me through this world of pain
i cry out in the darkness
and listen for the voice
which will forgive me for my sins
forgiveness for what i have become
i open my arms
waiting for a warm embrace
for a shoulder to cry upon
to hide from the world in those arms which ease my fears and
end my suffering
but my search will yield no results,no comfort,no hope
a thousand years i will wander alone

searching
            -Princess Kathryn(Blue Moon)


I held a jewel in my fingers
And went to sleep.
The day was warm, and winds were prosy;
I said: " 'Twill keep."

I woke and chide my honest fingers, -
The gem was gone;
And now an amethyst remembrance
Is all I own.
            Emily Dickinson
 

Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part;
Nay, I have done, you get no more of me,
And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart
That thus so cleanly I myself can free;
Shake hands forever, cancel all our vows,
And when we meet at any time again,
Be it not seen in either of our brows
That we one jot of former love retain.
Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath,
When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies,
When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
And Innocence is closing up his eyes,
Now if thou wouldst, when all have given him over,
From death to life thou mightst him yet recover.
           Michael Drayton
            1563-1631
 

"The wind doth blow today, my love,
And a few small drops of rain;
I never had but one true love,
In cold grave she was lain."

"I'll do as much for my true love
As any young man may;
I'll sit and mourn all at her grave
For a twelvemonth and a day."

The twelvemonth and a day being up,
The dead began to speak,
"Oh who sits weeping on my grave,
And who will not let me sleep?"

" 'Tis I, my love, sits on your grave
And will not let you sleep,
For I crave one kiss of your clay-cold lips
And that is all I seek."

"You crave but one kiss of clay-cold lips,
But my breath smells earthly strong;
If you have one kiss of my clay-cold lips
Your time will not be long:

" 'Tis down in yonder garden green,
Love, where we used to walk,
The finest flower that ere was seen
Is withered to a stalk.

"The stalk is withered dry, my love,
So will our hearts decay;
So make yourself content, my love,
Till God calls you away."
 

The Garden of Love
I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of the Chapel were shut,
And Thou Shalt Not. writ over the door;
So I turn'd to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore.

And I saw it filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where the flowers should be:
And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars, my joys and desires.
            William Blake
            Songs of Experience
 

Within my reach!
I could have touched!
I might have chanced that way!
Soft sauntered through the village,
Sauntered as soft away!
So unsuspected violets
Within the fields lie low,
Too late for striving fingers
That passed, an hour ago.
            Emily Dickinson
 

A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'T is but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.

The smitten rock that gushes,
The trampled steel that springs:
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!

Mirth is the mail of anguish,
In which it caution arm,
Lest anybody spy the blood
And "You're hurt" exclaim!
            Emily Dickinson
 

Sun rises
Sun sets
 

There are times when being alone is a hurt worse than dying. When it's easier to die than to be alone. Sometimes it is better to have loved and lost than to ever have loved at all...Sometimes.
 

There are so many ways to be tortured by love. Eventually, all love, even the truest and most faithful, dooms the lover to agonizing loss - because of death.
 

Love is doomed to end in pain, but in the meantime it is an anodyne against other kinds of pain, the tragic imperfections of life.
 

The essence of her passes through my trembling fingers, like grains of sand disappearing into the heart of the desert.
 

Like a knife that cuts, the wound heals but the scar still remains.
 

Yesterday a jealous man, today a lonely fool.
 

To Be With You
You are the one who keeps me strong,
With you it seems nothing can go wrong.
I can't live a minute without thoughts of you.
Shows just how much I care about you.
Yet you have the power to hurt to hurt me more,
Hurt me like I've never been hurt before.

I gave you my soul, love, and my heart.
But why does it feel like you tore it apart?
The sadness seems to never go away,
I don't want to live with it another day.

I wait all day just to be with you,
And now I'm not sure if you feel that way too.
When I talk to you now, it can't be the same,
But I guess, as usual, I'm to blame.
I just don't understand why you feel the way you do,
When all I needed was to be with you.
 

I offer you love
I offer you myself,
But you store it like a book
On a hidden dusty shelf.

I wonder and I pray
To the heavens up above;
What do I have to do
To be the one that wins your love.

You say that it can never be
I'll never get my chance,
Leaving me standing
In a cold and painful trance.

I'll never feel your soft caress,
The way I'd dreamt you'd do
Or I'll never hear you whisper softly
I Love You.
 

Cutting the ties that burn
That are connected to my heart
Cutting out bits and pieces
Tearing it apart

Looking at the bleeding mess
Where once something beautiful grew
And watch with cold steel eyes
In emergence of something new

Realizing I only had myself
That I'll always stand alone
As I watch the broken mess heal
And turn itself to stone
            Steven Eagles
 

The trails of love leave a path through your heart and when they part they leave a scar that cannot be healed.
 

There's a danger in loving somebody too much and it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust. There's a reason people don't stay where they are, sometimes love just ain't enough.
 

The worst prison would be a closed heart.
 

Love, do you remember
My name? I was lost
In summer turned winter
Made bitter by frost.
And when June comes December
The heart pays the cost.

    The breaking of waves on a long shore,
    In the grey morning the slow fall of rain,
    And stone lies over.

You'll bury your sorrow
Deep in the sea,
But sea tides aren't tamed
That easily--
There will come a tomorrow
When you weep for me.

    The breaking of waves on a long shore,
    In the grey morning the slow fall of rain,
    Oh love remember, remember me.
 
 
 

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