And a woman who held a babe against her ***** said, "Speak to us of
Children."
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit,
not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you
with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that
is stable.
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 9:12 AM UTC
Even such is time, which takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, and all we have,
And pays us but with age and dust,
Who in the dark and silent grave
When we have wandered all our ways
Shuts up the story of our days,
And from which earth, and grave, and dust
The Lord will raise me up, I trust.
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 9:10 AM UTC
I know you love someone
the way I love you
but if you thought of me
just saw all the truth
I know it is hard
I know its all gone
but I wont give up
until I have won
but now that we're through
I want you to know
that I dream of you
you I would die for
so when I catch up
I will know for sure
that I wouldn't give up
I wouldn't let go
now comes a day
I lose all the hope
you're not coming back to me
its all my fault
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 9:07 AM UTC
I don't tell you very often, but you're a really inspiring person,
And you're one of the people
(if not the person)
I admire most in the world.
You mean a lot more to me than I ever tell you.
We don't get into feelings a lot in person, I guess. It's just not part of our dynamic.
We talk about ideas and thoughts, but not necessarily how we feel about each other.
Often times before I go to sleep I think of you and miss you and want to cry a little because I think
We got lost for too long during our relationship, and I never actually got to tell you
That I love you
In a really special way that I don't think I'll ever love anyone else.
You've probably influenced my beliefs and the way I think more than anyone else,
And I'm really grateful for it,
Because no matter where we are in relation to each other, I always have a really strong connection to you,
Because a little bit of you is a part of me.
I really really hope you do live to be a hundred, or better a hundred and ten, like you said.
Don't start thinking like you're old- you're only as old as you feel.
I like to see you as eternal,
Like a tall tree that has seen every storm and sunny day,
That's always comfortingly there to support you or shelter you as the weather requires.
I know you're not, but I like to see you that way.
Even though I've seen your flaws and weaknesses as I've gotten older,
In my heart you always remain the person
Whose every word I followed without question out on the rocks or in the woods
Because I knew you'd keep me safe.
I guess I really want you to know that, because I've said a lot of things,
But never that you're more important to me than you think you are,
Or that I respect you a lot more than I let on,
Or that sometimes when I'm tired and my day has ****** I want a hug from you so much that I could cry.
In a weird way, you might be the person I'm closest to intellectually and spiritually and philosophically.
I just want you to know that that trust you had from me as a child
Isn't gone at all,
And neither is how much I love you.
I hope I meet many people in my life as extraordinary as you, but I sort of doubt I will.
Even though you have qualities I disagree with,
And you make mistakes,
The way you live your life is something I strive for,
And something I admire.
Every little girl's dad is their hero,
And my childhood sort of prevented me from telling you
That you're mine.
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 9:06 AM UTC
Morning Never Came
The morning never came
Minutes, months, years
It's all the same
Wellaway!
A dream denied
like the pain inside
Star-crossed
Waiting to be side by side
A heart made coy
A heart without joy
Never, set, go
I let them know
for they told me so
The also-ran man
who never even ran
Under the gun,
waiting for the sun
but the Morning never came
For my first love~
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 5:26 AM UTC
I heard a bird sing
in the dark of december
a magical thing
and sweet to remember
we are nearer to spring
then we are to september
i heard a bird sing
in the dark of december
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 5:18 AM UTC
the air is like a butterfly
with frail blue wigs
the happy earth looks at the sky
and sings
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 5:13 AM UTC
i stood beside a hill
smooth with new-laid snow,
a single star looked out
from the cold evening glow
there was no other creature
that saw what i could see
i stood and watched the evening star
as long as it watched me .
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 5:10 AM UTC
i saw a little girl i hate
and kicked her with my toes
she turned
and smiled
and kissed me
then she punched me in the noise
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 6:39 PM UTC
snow makes whiteness where it falls.
the bushes look like popcorn- *****
and places where i always play
look like somwere eles today
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 6:30 PM UTC