Poems I love #3

# 3

Leaves of Grass

By the Roadsode

Walt Whitman

Thought of obedience, faith, adhesiveness;

As I stand aloof and look

there is to me something profoundly affecting

in large masses of men

following the lead of those

who do not believe in men.

This reminds me of "the Fountainhead".

*art work by Peyton Sawyer, character from TV show One Tree Hill

so i'm just thinking about all the crap that has taken place my sophomore year and who caused my mysery. and the answer i think should include me. i wasn't being honest with myself/others, so when i thought i was being nice, i really was being selfish. I felt the need to make others happy, in order to satisfy my own ego. It wasn't about them, it was about me being in control, and being agreeable. even though i've always told myself to do things that make me happy, but in order to do that, sometimes you shouldn't make too many compromises. It not only hurts yourself, it hurts others. I was biased when I decided to hate others, but now I understand that their anger wasn't unreasonable. Nothing justifies what they had done, to me, but it just gives me more motivation of getting over it, completely. And so I guess I am sorry. I am.

I'm seeing it now, so yes I am sorry.

I hear the train passing by my house

around midnight on most nights.

Three minutes, and then it's gone.

the sound of its passage

somehow holds a promise

I want to see it up close,

I want to know that it's real.

that minds do change,

and people do leave.

that things do get left behind.

I want to know for sure,

that some do come back.. eventually..

when they are missed too badly...


but some do not, and are gone forever.


you have to change what you can't accept.

So I believe I have to try

to miss them more, and change myself.

But what is forever, or gone?

how do I accept something

that I don't yet understand.

Steve Mccurry, Katrina Vandenberg, the Extra & the Ordinary

It's strange how much we actually depend on living in the present.

It's harder not to...


"You want a big piece / of this world. You would love to have the whole thing."

~Katrina Vandenberg


Somethings just get to me, and others so significant I want to ignore...
I like the way my thoughts never connect.

"No one laughs at God at a hospital, no one laughs at God in a war."
~Regina Spektor

How do we get used to things so quickly? or rather why?
It's an disadventage sometimes.

Rain makes me happy, because it gives me a better reason to go outside.

Why doesn't time stop? Maybe it does, maybe we don't know anything at all.

Why do we trust ourselves?

The women of an African tribe make themselves more attractive by permanently scaring their faces.

George Washington grew marijuana in his garden.

In 1726, at only 7 years old, Charles Sauson inherited the post of official executioner.

It is illegal to be a prostitute in Siena, Italy, if your name is Mary.

The Toltecs, Seventh-century native Mexicans, went into battle with wooden swords so as not to kill their enemies.

and I wonder why I like the world the way it is.


"but aren’t you sorry you will never see / a tulip that would make you offer all / you own for the layered, translucent promise // in its brown paper wrapper?
~Katrina Vandenberg

James Jean, me, and my lost plot

Oh waiting is the hardest part...


So please please please let me get what I want...


Like listening to I am the walrus, when I'm not the walrus.

this above paragraph pretty much summarizes my life...
or,
Je ne sais pas quoi faire....

I wish life wasn't life, and death wansn't death.


and only the things that mattered to you, mattered...


I dislike this blog very much.

and when did "not like" equate "dislike"


I don't like this, does not mean I dislike this. it could mean simple indifference.


I don't like, but I don't dislike, I'm just not in like at all.


but I am. and this is ridiculous.


I wish I was a 29 year old woman, in a black dress and wearing pearls.


not really.

I wish I could choose the time and place to be a perfectionist.

I need to stop thinking about life for a while.


It's making me feel stupid, and uncreative, and small.

I just want to be wanted by you...

yes just..

dreamless sounds good...

I want to go to Provence and Santorini, right now...


and I want to write a sentence without the word "I" in it.

I am so not dancing in the moonlight.


okay here we go: how do you catch a squirrel?... ... You act like you are nuts.

I can't spell squirrel. Yes I still can't.


I need to get a grip... ...

I wish I was in Iceland, beneath the starlight, accompanied by Sigur Ros...

Arthur: Normality? We can talk about normality until the cows come home.

Ford: What is normal?

Trillian: What is home?

Zaphod: What're cows?


Oh life, I like you, do you like me?

Maggie Tayler&Quotes

"Turn up the lights— I don't want to go home in the dark. " O. Henry's last words, June 5, 1910

"Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou were left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee."

"At this moment, there are 6 billion people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil that war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. 6 billion people in the world. 6 billion souls. And sometimes, all you need is one."

"You wear your religion like a War Sweater. You ask for the truth, but you know you could do so much better, and you sat on your fences, you've screamed no retreat... So now what will your legacy be? So what will your legacy be?"

from now on, I'm just posting stuff that i stumble upon and find interesting.

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