Great Poems!!!

Sat, 05 Mar 2005 04:25:47 GMT

Here are some amazing poems I found (but almost all of them are sad... i hope I'll find some happy ones!)

A Poison Tree a poem by William Blake

I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I waterd it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole.
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see,
My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.

Petals a poem by Amy Lowell

Life is a stream
On which we strew
Petal by petal the flower of our heart;
The end lost in dream,
They float past our view,
We only watch their glad, early start.

Freighted with hope,
Crimsoned with joy,
We scatter the leaves of our opening rose;
Their widening scope,
Their distant employ,
We never shall know. And the stream as it flows
Sweeps them away,
Each one is gone
Ever beyond into infinite ways.
We alone stay
While years hurry on,
The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays.

I love this poem... remember reading it in highschool and trying to understand it... very good poem!

O Captain! My Captain!

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

by Walt Whitman

Some Pictures

Sun, 20 Feb 2005 04:55:24 GMT

Ok... since I'm planning to get a haircut soon, I was thinking to take some pics to remember this haircut... its the longest hair I've ever had... hope you like them... dont mind the link pics :)

This is me after a long day at university:

Here I look like a student... i dont know but its funny for some reason:

My parents took this pic of me sleeping over the winter break (you can tell cuz I'm not stressed out)

Are Pirates cooler than Ninjas:

Hehe, I like my messy hair (you can almost see a scar the shape of lightning bolt):

Here's me trying to look like Onichi from Live action (but I dont):

Another one:

I like this one but dont know why (no, not fat... just folds):

Dont you think my hair looks cool in this one:

Um... First Entry?!

Thu, 17 Feb 2005 06:43:22 GMT

Yes, it is :P

NOX

Great Poems!!!

Some Pictures

Um... First Entry?!