Twilight

... And I will never see the sky the same way and I will learn to say good-bye to yesterday and I will never cease to fly if held down and I will always reach too high cause I've seen, cause I've seenAs the sun shines through it pushes away and pushes ahead It fills the warmth of blue and leaves a chill instead and I didn't know that I could be so blind to all that is so real But as illusion dies I ...

[lyrics] Last Snow - 01. Last Snow

romaji yoru ni tokeru shiroi toiki sunda ma-yonaka hoshi sae mo mienai kakureru you ni tsunaida yubi ni yuki ga mai ochitekuru furi tsumoru konayuki subete shiroku somete zankoku na genjitsu wo awaku tsutsunde kajikamu te no hira wo sotto kasane awasete kono mama futari de yuki ni shizumu no masshiro na yuki ga futari wo kakushite iku mada yamanaide mou sukoshi ato sukoshi dake ...

From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then - in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life - was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds ...

Hope ala Slope~jan08

with the years to come we find we are not done the scenery has surpassed  but the path has overlapped  am i where i hoped has my existence slopped down into nothing anything more or less something somehow the pieces have all  but stayed together the world was seen as so much better yet once again i find myself caught in abind reaching always reaching thriving to the sun believing my ...

Writer's Block: A Favorite Poem

What is one of your favorite poems? View other answers 'Alone' by Edgar Allen Poe Alone From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then...

trick or treaters!

Hey! I got some! yay! (we get few, our house is the haunted house of the neighborhood as it is!) A Foggy Morn On Halloween (by WSG) A foggy morn on Halloween the crows flap silent as they fly. A gray and dripping autumn screen conceals the icy, spectral sky. Within the mist soft phantoms pass some from the first some from the last beneath the trees, above the grass, exchanging smiles of ...

Moved into the apartment yesterday and did the finishing touches today. The place is nice but it feels too big--too empty. I feel too isolated up here. Maybe this just takes some time getting used to.  From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could...

Surviving Modernism Through Life and Death

"Today there is a lot of discussion revolving around the possibility of a traditional art form, breaking the boundaries of modern subjectivism and materialism. For many artists the main problem with modern art is the unhealthy focus on crossing conventionalism with traditionalism in an attempt to establish a new art form free from its forerunners. It is said that modernism is the focus on the ...

The Pale Blue Eye, by Louis Bayard

From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My Sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone. I have liked Edgar Allan Poe since I first encountered the strange and heavy beat of The Raven . His poem Alone (quoted in...