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The Blossom of EducationThe Blossom of EducationThe Blossom of Education
Both boon and bane, this wayfallen thing, Genteel lore to be not denied— Cynosure of Athena’s ken— Psychical famine defied.
The infant pink in her cradle Imagines not the scorn of day, For trusts she that Learning will find her, The improv’rishments of life abey.
Yet bane is it, too, alack! Knowledge Itself so coquettish campaigns That she with lace booties awaits it, While she of none it disdains.
The reins of Knowledge are held, though, In hands by politics steered— More pain
by ~mlleartemis
Elegy to Michael JacksonElegy to Michael JacksonElegy to Michael Jackson
So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and the thorn touched her heart, and a fierce pang of pain shot through her. Bitter, bitter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew her song, for she sang of the Love that is perfected by Death, of the Love that dies not in the tomb. —Oscar Wilde, “The Nightingale and the Rose” All children but one grow up, ‘twas wrote; And that one, today, has fled us, His princely soul, a heavenly mote, Having been forced to shed us.
Veritable angel made human!— Like Billy Budd, your flaw, ign&
by ~mlleartemis
ThingsUnsuitable things – Adolescent girls who wear jeans two sizes too small in an attempt to make themselves look thinner, while simply giving themselves “muffin tops,” or that unfortunate ring of belly fat that pops out over the waistband of the jeans. This offense is even worse when committed by adult women who should know better. “Tramp stamps”—i.e., those wandering tattoos at the small of a girl’s back that glare at the world when she bends over to pick up her dropped cell phone. Getting married to Henry while your tattoo proclaims your undying love for Travis. Running outThings
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PassengerShe wrote me:Passenger
This is the time of all things read; the time of books, clean hands, straw dogs, shared looks. This is the time that finds the time to settle down; to open that smile with enormous plans; to pound on metal rolled with rust; to lie when lovers lie, alone, quiet, in kitsch and style.
She wrote me:
Death for some is a careless cat, one that lacks a voice—and love— and never plays chess. But that is not my choice. You see, I prefer the quieter sort; the kind of death that stalks one
through s
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- Current Residence: Nashville, Tennessee
- Interests: Creative writing; literature; languages; traveling; animal rights; teaching
- Favourite movie: To Catch a Thief; Constantine; 8MM; Flowers in the Attic
- Favourite band or musician: Roxette; Mozart; Oasis
- Favourite artist: Degas; John Bauer
- Favourite poet or writer: Ray Bradbury; T. S. Eliot; Elizabeth Alexander; E. M. Forster; S. L. Farrell; Umberto Eco
- Favourite style of art: The written (or typed) word
- Favourite game: Ultima; Avernum 3; Fallout 3; Oblivion
- Favourite cartoon character: Rosiel (Angel Sanctuary)
- Personal Quote: "Things that look ordinary but become extraordinary when written: Doctors of literature."
- Tools of the Trade: Toshiba laptop; Microsoft Word
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PS: I don't know if I've ever said it before, but I like your writing. I really do. Especially IH.
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From the womb to the tomb, I will be your lover. <3
Paint the past and I will write the future. Together we'll make love.
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All those days that came and went, not did we know that this was life itself.
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"We are all monsters, ma chérie." - Sabin (my OC)
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Sweet mists on golden leaves,
Starlit skies, dew-rich slopes
Thick summer sward, heavy harvest bough
Winter's reward.
Autumn Hills.
I love Jesus, and I read Harry Potter. Get over it.
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..pepe..
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I'm tired of it all
Of this dead-end life
Waiting for your call
I've languished too long...
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If something super-natural takes place, then it's rather very natural.
Thank you for the fav, it means a lot.
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If something super-natural takes place, then it's rather very natural.
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