The mordants in their noise,
the night transports.
A means of coming to
the switchyard of the tongue.
To have once
set such store by
forced creatures.
Not changed toward
something of my own.
The towns raised chaffed
seas to ground them.
In that frieze before
storm you went on.
Effigy loomed out
of cornfield. Future
inside its trussed forms.
If you want what visible realitycan give, you’re an employee.If you want the unseen world,you’re not living your truth.Both wishes are foolish,but you’ll be forgiven for forgettingthat what you really want islove’s confusing joy.
I.When my love swears that she is made of truth,I do believe her, though I know she lies,That she might think me some untutor’d youth,Unskilful in the world’s false forgeries,Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,Although I know my years be past the best,I smiling credit her false-speaking tongue,Outfacing faults in love with love’s…
From fairest creatures we desire increase,That thereby beauty’s rose might never die,But as the riper should by time decease,His tender heir might bear his memory;But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel,Making a famine where abundance lies,Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.Thou that art now the…
Thus can my love excuse the slow offenceOf my dull bearer, when from thee I speed:From where thou art, why should I haste me thence?Till I return, of posting is no need.O, what excuse will my poor beast then findWhen swift extremity can seem but slow?Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind;In wingèd…
Why do u see what I see in you?Afraid that I’m lying that it isn’t true,Your beauty, your brain there perfect can’t you see,That you are ten times smarter and prettier than me!You have these baby blue eyes that glisten in the sun,And the that beautiful face when your hairs in a bun,Don’t get me…
You see I’m stuck in a pickle,And I can’t get through,All this writing and dreaming,Constantly thinking of you,It’s the same old story,And no one cares,Take a look in the mirror,And it’s not you there,The girl when left alone,She can’t tell what’s going on,But you see a shining star,And the voice behind a song,And it’s true…
