Consulation desention alienation
embarassment language perfection
a childs eyes within an adult body
sleep in a present happiness a dream

New and old you think you've been told I wasn't sure if you'd belive
you seem to think you've been decieved I watch and hope that life will
forgive but I think this time I've made the ultimate mistake

an attraction to mass suicide
desperation in a love that is being
lost cause others cannot view happiness
in it why me why us I wish i could cry

Creation Depletion Anoyance
Sleep or lack there of
a Mothers tongue pushed away
a friendly touch turned sick and twisted
alone destructive pain pity shallow

If This Is Heavan
Why aren't more
People alone and
Alive I'm tripping
on happiniess
it's at my feet
wow it's easy
release

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
--R. Frost [1916]

Harlem

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore-
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over-
Like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
Like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?
--L. Hughe [1951]

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
--R. Frost [1923]

Sonnet XVII

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of of May,
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession to that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest;
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee
--W. Shakespeare

When I Heard The Learn'd Astronomer

When I heard the learn'd astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them.
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.
--W. Whitman [1865]

Because I Could Not Stop For Death-

Because I could not stop for Death-
He kindly stopped for me-
The Carriage held but just Ourselves-
And Immortality.

We slowly drove--He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility-

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess--In the Ring-
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain-
We passed the Setting Sun-

Or rather--He passed Us-
The Dews drew quivering and chill-
For only Gossamer, my Gown-
My Tippet--only Tulle-

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground-
The Roof was scarcely visible-
The Cornice--in the Ground-

Since then--'tis Centuries--and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity-
--E. Dickinson [1863]

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