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Mask

behind the happy mask are my tears, my lonliness i wish i could remove it, the mask and sadness inside but i'm afraid to stop the show by Kristianne Gayle Brigole

Heart, We Will Forget Him

Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me, Then I, my thoughts, will dim. Haste! ‘lest while you’re lagging I may remember him!

When We Two Parted

When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever the years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder, thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk, chill on my brow, It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me... Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well.. Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell. In secret we met In silence I grieve That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? With silence and tears.

To My Dear and Loving Husband

If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee; If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me ye women if you can. I prize thy love more then whole Mines of gold, Or all the riches that the East doth hold. My love is such that Rivers cannot quench, Nor ought but love from thee, give recompence. Thy love is such I can no way repay, The heavens reward thee manifold I pray. Then while we live, in love let's so persever, That when we live no more, we may live ever.

The Reader

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I have to leave too, and I'll walk with you. It was more of she had withdrawn into her own body, and left it to itself and its own quiet rhythms, unbothered by any input from her mind, oblivious from the outside world. But I had nothing else to occupy or distract me. But they would lecture me with loving concern, which was worse than being scolded. I had done things I had not decided to do. Silencing my bad conscience... Sometimes the memory of happiness cannot stay true because it ended unhappily. Is sadness what comes over us when beautiful memories shatter in hindsight because the remembered happiness fed not just on actual circumstances but on promise that was not kept? When I see a woman of thirty six, I find her young. But when I see a boy of fifteen, I see a child. From the outside it is impossible to tell if you are disowning someone or simply exercising discretion, being considerate, avoiding embarrassments and sources of irritation. Juxtaposition of callousness a

Let these be your desires

ove has no other desire but to fulfill itself But if your love and must needs have desires, Let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook That sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart And give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer For the beloved in your heart And a song of praise upon your lips.

XVII (I do not love you...)

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

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Long Walk to Forever

They had grown up next door to each other, on the fringe of a city, near fields and woods and orchards, within sight of a lovely bell tower that belonged to a school for the blind. Now they were twenty, had not seen each other for nearly a year. There had always ben playful, comfortable warmth between them, but never any talk of love. His name was Newt. Her name was Catharine. In the early afternoon, Newt knocked on Catharine's front door. Catharine came to the door. She was carrying a fat, glossy magazine she had been reading. The magazine was devoted entirely to brides. "Newt!" she said. She was surprised to see him. "Could you come for a walk?" he said. He was a shy person, even with Catharine. He covered his shyness by speaking absently as though what really concerned him were far away--as though he were a secret agent pausing briefly on a mission between beautiful, distant, and sinister points. This manner of speaking had always been Newt

His Prose # 1

What makes my perfect guy are his imperfections. First, it makes him real than a dream. Second, that’s him. Third, I love him. Lastly, he loves me. He’s neither yours nor anybody’s for he’s my first and one and only. He's officially perfect for me. :)

His Poem # 1

I bet that's not a decision you alone can make So since your safety is at stake Promise me not a bone of your body will break Because that's something I cannot take.

His Poem # 2

I love you like there's no tomorrow. I love you till yesterday's are gone. I love you for as long as today will stay.

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That'

The Devil and Miss Prym

There is still something very important missing--a companion with whom to share all this beauty. Profoundest changes take place within a very reduced time frame. Challenge will not wait. You shouldn't believe in promises. The world is full of them. About the lies he had been obliged to believe because he could not accept reality. Men take the oddest satisfaction in feeling superior without knowing that most of the time they are being utterly predictable. She was all too familiar with the silence of this remote place which signified not peace and tranquility but a total absence of new things to say. It was a wretched place in which everything was predictable, organized and reliable. Everyday was another day spent waiting. Every night was a night when she might meet someone who would recognize her true worth. She realized that there were 2 things that prevent us from achieving our dreams: believing them to be impossible or seeing those dreams made possible by some sudden turn of the

Twilight

I ate breakfast without tasting the food. It's too easy to be myself with you. I can't stay with you. And I'm afraid that I'd like to stay with you, much more than I should. So involved was I in my escapist daydreams, I lost all track of the seconds racing by. To be perfectly honest, she'll be unavailable every night, as for as anyone besides myself is concerned.--Edward to Mike He means well. When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end. It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape. I didn't struggle to forget. Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget. My temper was hardwired to my tear ducts. "It's twilight, " Edward muttered..."The easiest to me. But also the saddest, in a way...the end of another day, the return of the night." I was at a

Breaking Dawn

Each pain had a simple answer, a clear action to end that pain. She's everything you want and everything you can't have. Because you always want the very most what you can never have. Pain so bad you'd take death a smile just to get away from it. Reality was knowing there was something so much important than all this torture and not being able to remember what it was. One infinite moment of pain. Childhood is not birth to a certain age and at a certain age. The child is grown and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. --St. Edna Vincent Millay Bachelor parties are designed for those who are sad to see the passing of their single days. I couldn't be more eager to have mine behind me. I'm sure about you. The rest I could live through. Waste not, want not.You are officially perfect. Always have, always will. And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays. --William Shakespeare

Fly on the Wall Vol 1-2

To pull ones punches is to do a disservice to oneself, as well as to ones opponent. It defies the value for excellence and the rule of fair play. To pull ones punch is to say that the other is unworthy of your best shot. It means you forfeit taking your best shot. It has always fascinated me why others can't rein in their impulse to aggress against others for the most inane reasons--like, maybe they don't like your hair, the way you walk, or the fact that others like you. They don't realize that their feeling is their problem. Or if they do realize that, they don't want to be responsible for their problem, so they set out to make it yours. Girls handicap themselves more often than boys. We are set early on the road of regulating the display of our ability and denying the best we can be in order to make relationships work. She'll find that there will be roads that she will need to travel alone where others are ill-equipped to follow. She is of generation that needed

Love in The Time of Cholera

Let time pass and we will see what it brings. Life was imposed on her from outside. She had the obsessions of a slave. Students were no more than borrowed friends whose affection ended with each class. The lost of virginity is a bloody sacrifice. Life--It is not so much. An ineluctable event that he was resolved to wait for without patience or violence. Life obliges people over and over again to give birth to themselves. I'm not rich but a poor man with money. He escaped in the torments of memory which kept him in the state of grace. ...a knowledge of it superior to anyone's... ...that bore too close a resemblance of love. Neither could have said if their mutual dependence was based on love or convenience, but they had never asked the question with their hands on their hearts because both had always preferred not to know the answer. Wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good. ...her anger being found out in a mistake maddened her. Resentments stirred up other resentme

Confessions of a Young Teacher

A morning in the second week of June 2007, I went in my first class chin up, shoulders straight, breast out as I walked up to the platform and greeted each of my students with a set of bad-tempered eyebrows, a smoldering look and disappointed lips. I moved my spectacles a bit to manage my nervousness and saw clearly how each stared back and looked at me from hairpin to sandals all of them swearing to hate me from that second on to the last day of the school year. It’s a success! No one in class knew I had a 20/20 vision, I was hired a week ago and I was a century younger than they thought. The moment I thought I managed, I started to juggle for words stammering, stopping in the middle of my discussion and hanging like Pentium 1 for the innumerable things I wanted to express with no words to contain them. I fastened my grammar on my script and made sure all the words I needed were prepared for my disposal, still, words betrayed me. I sweated on adjusting my eyeglasses and dressing up l

Sonnet 8

I live, I die,. I burn myself and drown. I am extremely hot in suffering cold: my life is soft and hardness uncontrolled. When I am happy, then I ache and frown. Suddenly I am laughing while I cry and in my pleasure I endure deep grief: my joy remains and slips out like a thief. Suddenly I am blooming and turn dry. So Love inconstantly leads me in vain and when I think my sorrow has no end unthinkingly I find I have no pain. But when it seems that joy is in my reign and an ecstatic hour is mine to spend, He comes and I, in ancient grief, descend.

To...

I recollect that wondrous meeting, That instant I encountered you, When like an apparition fleeting, Like beauty's spirit, past you flew. Long since, when hopeless grief distressed me, When noise and turmoil vexed, it seemed Your voice still tenderly caressed me, Your dear face sought me as I dreamed. Years passed; their stormy gusts confounded And swept away old dreams apace. I had forgotten how you sounded, Forgot the heaven of your face. In exiled gloom and isolation My quiet days meandered on, The thrill of awe and inspiration, And life, and tears, and love, were gone. My soul awoke from inanition, And I encountered you anew, And like a fleeting apparition, Like beauty's spirit, past you flew. My pulses bound in exaltation, And in my heart once more unfold The sense of aw and inspiration, The life, the tears, the love of old.

Simile

What did we say to each other that now we are as the deer who walk in single file with heads high with ears forward with eyes watchful with hooves always placed on firm ground in whose limbs there is latent flight.

The Bluest Eye

It was a productive pain. If happiness is anticipation with certainty, we were happy. The desirability that escaped me. What experience would you like on Christmas? over What gift would you like on Christmas? Pain was not only endurable, it was sweet. It would involve, I supposed, "my man," who before leaving, would love me. "How do you do that? I mean, how would you get someone to love you?" Dealing with it each according to his way. The muted sound of flesh on unsurprised flesh. To have something as wonderful as that to happen would take a long, long time. She would see only what there was to see: the eyes of other people. Don't worry about my bandy legs. That's the 1st thing they push aside. She was cut out for better things and could make the right man happy. Eyes that questioned nothing and asked everything. He was a simple Presence, an all embracing tenderness with strength and promise of rest. Having a baby is more than a bowel movement. Her process o

Shanghai Baby

Future is a trap set right in the middle of your brain. It's hard to deny life's little ironies. You have no immunity against life. Love was a miracle the flesh could not copy. Being bored is when you haven't anything to do, so what would you be doing? Intelligence is a gift and madness is an instinct. A genius can get into a worse mess than an idiot. The deeper the love, the sharper the flesh aches. Romantic dreams leave no trace. Erring in ones choice of boyfriend is a woman's great humiliation. One draws near in order to separate in the end. How blessed a woman like me should feel: young, good looking, smart and a professional. Shadows float about recording thousands of shapes and hopeless situations. When bad things happen to you, everything goes haywire. You need not worry. When you wake up, tomorrow is the day after the one before. He was the fire of my life and the impetus behind my work, he was inexpressible sweetness and pain perfectly beautiful rose resurrecte

The Unbearable Lightness of Being

The profound moral perversity of a world that rests essentially on non-existence of return. We live everything as it comes without warning. What happens but once might as well not happen at all. The only relationship that can make both partners happy is in which sentimentality has no place and neither partner makes any claim on the life and freedom of the other. Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation but in the desire for shared sleep. Those years were more attractive in retrospect. He was enjoying the sweet lightness of being. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination. Only necessity is heavy and only what is heavy has value. Life cannot be an experiment thus there's no room for hypothesis. Co-incidence means that two events unexpectedly happen at the same time, they meet. Without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times

The House on the Mango Street

She doesn't want to write a book that a reader wont understand and would feel ashamed for not understanding. Making each sentence serve her and not the other way around. When she lived at home, the things she looked at scolded her and made her feel sad and depressed. They said, "Wash me." They said, "Wash me." They said, "Lazy." They said, "You ought." You can never have too much of sky. A home in a heart, a house made of heart. "...who left and keeps leaving." I am the one nobody comes for. I have began my own quiet war. Simple. Sure. I am one who leaves the table like a man, without putting back the chair or picking up the plate.

How to Survive...

You’re still in that life --but not really. And your out of that life --but not quite. Come to stay or Stay away To give you up God! What a bell of freedom That rings within me No more waiting for Letters Phone calls Post cards That never come . I am afraid that I will run out of poems Before I run out of pain. I rained, rain. The sun will rise In a few minutes It’s been doing it --regularly-- for as long as I can remember. Maybe I should pin my hopes on important, but often unnoticed, certainties like that, not on such relatively trivial matters as whether you will never love me or not. Hurt for a while. I hope I heal soon. I want to enjoy Autumn. You are beautiful just because you are. You require time to heal. Give yourself the luxury. You deserve it. I shall miss loving you. I shall miss the Comfort Of your embrace. I shall miss the Loneliness Of waiting for your calls That never came. I shall miss the Joy Of our comings, and Pain of your goings. And, After a time I shall miss Mis

from Lesley

"I still believe in paradise, but now at least I know it is not some place that you can look for because it is not where you go... It's how you feel for a moment in your life when you are a part of something. And if you find that moment, it lasts forever."

On Monsieur's Departure

I grieve and not dare show my discontent, I love and yet am forced to seem to hate, I do, yet dare not say I ever meant, I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate. I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned, Since from myself another self I turned. My care is like my shadow in the sun Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it, Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done. His too familiar care doth make me rue it. No means I find to rid him from my breast, Till by the end of things it be suppressed. Some gentler passion slide into my mind, For I am soft and made of snow; Or be more cruel, love, and so be kind. Let me float or sink, be high or low. Or let me live with some more sweet content, Or die and so forget what love ere meant.