Lightning

It's 2 a.m. and I'm up watching a mild storm.
I lit three candles and two of them have gone out already.

Moments ago, the rain was coming down pretty hard. I could hear it hitting the roof, loudly - the kind of rain drops that look like loonies are falling from the sky when they hit your window.
The lightning was pretty intense for a while, also. The sky was lit up, a bright purple-pink that lasted seconds.

All of the energy that needed to be released has been, and it's safe to walk outside again.

Damage control

Go fuck yourself with it.

Jojo - Marvin's Room

Fuck that new girl that you like so bad,
she's not crazy like me, I bet you like that.

I said fuck that new girl that's been in your bed - and when you're in her I know I'm in your head.
I'm just sayin' you could do better... always turned you out every time we were together.

Once you've had the best, boy, you can't do better.
Baby, I'm the best and you can't do better.


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No Platonic Love, William Cartwright

This is probably my favourite poem, ever.

Tell me no more of minds embracing minds,
and hearts exchanged for hearts;
That spirits meet, as winds do winds,
and mix their subtlest parts;
That two unbodied essences may kiss,
and then like Angels, twist and feel one Bliss.

I was that silly thing that once was wrought
To practice this thin love;
I climbed from sex to soul, from soul to thought;
But thinking there to move,
headlong I rolled from thought to soul, and then
from soul I lighted at the sex again.

As some strict down-looked men pretend to fast,
who yet in closets eat;
So lovers who profess they spirits taste,
feed yet on grosser meat;
I know they boast their souls to souls convey,
However they meet, the body is the way.

Come, I will undeceive thee, they that tread
those vain aerial ways,
Are like young heirs and alchemists mislead
to waste their wealth and days,
For searching thus to be ever rich,
They only find a medecine for the itch.

Immortal Poems of the English Language, Introduction

It is absurd to think that the only way to tell if a poem is lasting is to wait and see if it lasts. The right reader of a good poem can tell the moment it strikes him that he has taken an immortal wound - that he will never get over it. That is to say, permanence in poetry, as in love, is perceived instantly. It hasn't to await the test of time. The proof of a poem is not that we have never forgotten it, but we knew at sight we never could forget it.
- Robert Frost

Loving in Truth

By Sir Philip Sidney


Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
That she, dear she, might take some pleasure of my pain,
Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain, -
I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe;
Studying inventions fire, her wits to entertain,
Oft turning others' leaves to see if thence would flow
Some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sun-burned brain.
But words came halting fourth, wanting inventions stay;
Invention, nature's child, fled step-dame Study's blows,
And others' feet still seemed but strangers in my way.
Thus, great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes,
Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite,
Fool, said my muse to me, look in thy heart and write.

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A Boy from the Village

Actually, this is about a fire juggling carnival freak. 

The sky that swallowed us was of a pale blue. The moon shone bright above our heads, a slim crescent lighting the sky that swallowed us.

Kent sat silent in front of me. The adrenaline and whiskey surged through my body; a combination so potent I thought my bones were vibrating.

Before long, I found myself engulfed in the silence, the serene hill that lay beneath me, the sound of crickets humming around a boy and a girl. At the foot of the hill, just off in the near distance, was the yellow and blue tent.

It was magnificent, standing nearly 50 feet above the ground, making room for hundreds of guests.

Sly grins