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Poetry

The Ecstasy

John Donne


Where, like a pillow on a bed
A pregnant bank swell'd up to rest
The violet's reclining head,
Sat we two, one another's best.
Our hands were firmly cemented
With a fast balm, which thence did spring;
Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread
Our eyes upon one double string;
So to'intergraft our hands, as yet
Was all the means to make us one,
And pictures in our eyes to get
Was all our propagation.
As 'twixt two equal armies fate
Suspends uncertain victory,
Our souls (which to advance their state
Were gone out) hung 'twixt her and me.
And whilst our souls negotiate there,
We like sepulchral statues lay;
All day, the same our postures were,
And we said nothing, all the day.
If any, so by love refin'd
That he soul's language understood,
And by good love were grown all mind,
Within convenient distance stood,
He (though he knew not which soul spake,
Because both meant, both spake the same)
Might thence a new concoction take
And part far purer than he came.
This ecstasy doth underplex,
We said, and tell us what we love;
We see by this it was not sex,
We see we saw not what did move;
But as all several souls contain
Mixture of things, they know not what,
Love these mix'd souls doth mix again
And makes both one, each this and that.
A single violet transplant,
The strength, the colour, and the size,
(All which before was poor and scant)
Redoubles still, and multiplies.
When love with one another so
Interinanimates two souls,
That abler soul, which thence doth flow,
Defects of loneliness controls.
We then, who are this new soul know
Of what we are compos'd and made,
For th' atomies of which we grow
Are souls. Whom no change can invade.
But oh alas, so long, so far,
Our bodies why do we forbear?
They're ours, though they're not we; we are
The intelligences, they become spheres.
We owe them thanks, because they thus
Did us, to us, at first convey,
Yielded their senses' force to us,
Nor are dross to us, but allay.
On man heaven's influence works not so,
But that it first imprints the air;
So soul into the soul may flow,
Though it to body first repair.
As our blood labors to beget
Spirits, as like souls as it can,
Because such fingers need to knit
That subtle knot which makes us man,
So much pure lovers' souls descend
T' affections, and to faculties,
Which sense may reach and apprehend,
Else a great prince in prison lies.
To'our bodies turn we then, that so
Weak men on love reveal'd may look;
Love's mysteries in souls do grow,
But yet the body is his book.
And if some lover, such as we,
Have heard this dialogue of one,
Let him still mark us, he shall see
Small change, when we'are to bodies gone.

Soulmates

Richard Bach


A soulmate is someone who has the locks
to fit our keys, and the keys to fit our
locks. When we feel safe enough to open
the locks, our truest selves step out and
we can be completely and honestly who we
are; we can be loved for who we are and
not for who we're pretending to be.

Each of us unveils the best part of one
another. No matter what else goes wrong
around us, with that one person we're safe
in our paradise. Our soulmate is someone
who shares our deepest longings, our sense
of direction. When we're two balloons, and
together our direction is up, chances are
we've found the right person. Our soulmate
is the one who makes life come to life.

Renee Duvall

I can't get you out of my mind
I keep thinking about how much I enjoy talking with you,
How great you look when you smile,
And how much I like your laugh.
I daydream about you off and on all day
Replaying pieces of our last conversation...
Laughing again
About funny things you said or did
I've memorized your face
And the way you look at me...
It melts my heart
Every time i think about it
And I catch myself
When I imagine what will happen
The next time we're together
You must be something
Really special, because I can't
remember the last time I felt so strongly about someone
Even though neither of us
Knows what the future holds,
I know one thing for sure-
You're one of the very best things
That's happened to me in a long time.

Alone

Joey Lauren Adams

I'm feeling nothing
But all alone
Just missing someone
I don't even know
But until I find them
I'll wait patiently
Just feeling nothing
Inside of me

And where are you baby
Where can you be
Why aren't you here
Loving me
'Cause I want to kiss you
And make you feel right
I want to lay with you
All through the night

And I want to feel passion
I want to feel pain
I want to weep at the sound of your name
Come make me laugh
Come make me cry
Just make me feel
Alive

And so I wait
For that glorius day
When the one I dream of
Comes my way
But until I find them
I'll wait patiently
Just feeling nothing
Inside of me

And where are you baby
Where can you be
Why aren't you here
Loving me
'Cause I want to kiss you
And make you feel right
I want to lay with you
All through the night

And I want to feel passion...

UNKNOWN

After a while you learn the subtle differences
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open,
With the grace of a woman,
Not the grief of a child
And you learn to build all your roads today
Because tomorow's ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden
And decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure,
That you really are strong.
And you really have worth,
And you learn and learn,
With every good-bye you learn.

Smile for Me, My Dear


A painted smile doesn't last long on pretty lips.
They crack, burn, and bleed, just like the emotions they are trying to hide.

The Girl With Many Eyes

Tim Burton



One day in the park
I had quite a surprise.
I met a girl
Who had many eyes.

She was really quite pretty
(and also quite shocking!)
and I noticed she had a mouth,
So we ended up talking.
We talked about flowers,
and her poetry classes,
and the problems she'd have
if she ever wore glasses.

It's great to know a girl
who has so many eyes,
but you really get wet
when she breaks down and cries.


Sonnet 137

William Shakespeare



Thou blind foul, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes
That they behold and see not what they see?
They know what beauty is, see where it lies,
Yet what the best is, take the worst to be.
If eyes, corrupt by overpartial looks,
Be anchored in the bay where all men ride,
Why of eyes' falsehood has thou forged hooks,
Whereto the judgement of my heart is tied?
Why should my heart think that a several plot,
Which my heart knows the wide world's common place?
Or mine eyes seeing this, say this is not,
To put fair truth on so foul a face?
In things right true my heart and eyes have erred,
And to this false plague are they now transferred.


I Miss You


Bjork



I miss you
but I haven't met you yet
so special
but it hasn't happened yet
you are gorgeous
but I haven't met you yet
I remember
but it hasn't happened yet
and if you believe in dreams
or what is more important
that a dream can come true
I will meet you
I was peaking
but it hasn't happened yet
I haven't been given
my best souvenir
I miss you
but I haven't met you yet
I know your habits
but wouldn't recognize you yet
and if you believe in dreams
or what is more important
that a dream can come true
I will meet you
I'm so impatient
I can't stand the wait
when will I get my cuddle?
who are you?
I know by now that you'll arrive
by the time I stop waiting
I miss you