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Forward yesterday
Makes me wanna stay
What they said was real
Makes me wanna steal
Livin' under house
Guess I'm livin', I'm a mouse
All's I gots is time
Got no meaning, just a rhyme

Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause I like to steal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal, I like to steal

I'm half the man I used to me
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
Well, I'm half the man I used to me
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
Well, I'm half the man I used to be, half the man I used to be

Feelin' uninspired
Think I'll start a fire
Everybody run
Bobby's got a gun
Think you're kinda neat
Then she tells me I'm a creep
Friends don't mean a thing
Guess I'll leave it up to me

Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
Take time with a wounded hand
Guess I like to steal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal, I like to steal

I'm half the man I used to me
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
I'm half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
I'm half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
I'm half the man I used to be, half the man I used to be

Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
Take time with a wounded hand
Guess I like to steal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal, I like to steal

I'm half the man I used to me
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
I'm half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
I'm half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
I'm half the man I used to be, half the man I used to be,
Half the man I used to be


STP-Creep

not the singer, but the song
knows the words that best belong
not the songsheet, but the word
knows the listener has heard
not the word, but space jejune
knows that silence calls the tune

I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
"It is futile," I said,
"You can never--"

"You lie," he cried,
And ran on.

-Stephen Crane

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 't is centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.

If
Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master;
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

These poems by Robert Frost I have always liked:

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf's a flower
But only so an hour
Then leaf subsides to leaf
So Eden sank to greif
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay

Fire & Ice

Some say the world will end in fire
Others say ice
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold it with those who favour fire
But if I had to perish twice
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice

And I don't know who wrote this but me likes:

The Lonely Soul

Blood in my hand
The pain in my heart
I alone, the lonely soul
But baby when you look at me
I am not alone anymore
This is all I need to survive

Narbus, is that Emily Dickinson. I really like her poems and was named after her. Are you sure that's how Nothing Gold Can Stay goes?? Hmm.. I remembered it differently...

That is Emily Dickinson. I have her complete works.

Prince Of Spades by Dispatch

Comin Back Comin Home.
The Queen of love enters the room.
Silence ensues,
Tell the King "What have you done to my life?,
Did you take me for a fool or for a wife?"
I, I, I, I, I, I, I

The king is in his court,
Countin' all his diamonds.
One by one they do fall.

says the queen I've heard
the prince of spades is comin' home.
Be nice if you could find some time alone.
After all, he's in line for the throne.

And the king is in his court,
Countin' all his diamonds.
One by one they do fall,
Oh, they do fall.

So now, just get up off your ass,
Leave all your treasures behind.
Your son is comin' home with you to spend time.
Show him how a good king should be.
And don't ever forget the day,
You turned your back on him and me,
Still I stay (2x)

Taken from "the Fellowship of the Ring" by J.R.R. Tolkien:

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadow shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

"Nothing Gold can Stay" by Robert Frost:

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

I have a lot more...maybe I'll post some more eventually.

Edit: I just realized both those poems menitoned "gold." Purely coincidence.(sp?) Oh...someone else posted "Nothing Gold can Stay." Yay!

emily wrote:Are you sure that's how Nothing Gold Can Stay goes?? Hmm.. I remembered it differently...

I think thats how it goes...I got it off a site, I dunno maybe they made a mistake but thats how I've always remembered it.

nevermind, that is it. I wonder why I remember it differently...

"Underwater"

Something fearless in your eyes
Something careless in your smile
Something fragile when you hold your breath
And when you move
You move right through me

Fingertips so gently on my skin
I’m underwater
I feel the flood begin
Fingertips so gently on my skin
You’re taking over and over again

Shed your armor
Spin your web
Hypnotize me with the longest stare
Make your promise
Or maybe it’s a threat
‘Cause when you look
You look right through me

We’re flesh and bone
Together and alone
And we’re looking for a home

Silver moonlight fills the sky
Calling gently to the evening tide
You’re unfolding right before my eyes
And when you move
You move right through me