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ayoub| Which poem are you? Sonnet 17 by Pablo Neruda Aw, you're a romantic. You believe in true love and all that sort of stuff. How cute are you? To you, love is incredible and amazing.
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And because I've never heard of the poem, here it is:
I do not love you as if you were the salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
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Date: 2006-06-23 01:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-23 01:51 pm (UTC)You're welcome!
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Date: 2006-06-23 01:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-23 02:03 pm (UTC)same here...thought i'd post one of my own
Date: 2006-06-23 02:37 pm (UTC)The end of the cigarette dangling
A lifeless ash with expectations
I can not meet
Walking the thin line of smoke
That escapes my lips
I wonder
What those words meant
The ones you gave so freely
The ones that paralyzed my limp body
And then no apology
No attempt to pry your words
from my brain
just a scar where you cut me
so deeply
-me
Re: same here...thought i'd post one of my own
Date: 2006-06-23 04:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-23 02:34 pm (UTC)The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot
God, you're indecisive. You're not that great, but you don't know if you want to accept that. You appreciate beauty and observe things others may not, but you're also hopelessly impaled on your own foolish romanticism. Go you.
(((OMG... i think there is a glitch in the system.. haha!!))
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Date: 2006-06-23 04:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-23 04:30 pm (UTC)hehehehehe
Date: 2006-06-23 05:34 pm (UTC)"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Re: hehehehehe
Date: 2006-06-23 05:35 pm (UTC)Oddly apt ;)
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Date: 2006-06-23 07:09 pm (UTC)OMG!!I'm laughing so much!! :P...what does it mean i hate love...i love love...i love to love...or was it love to hate :P...anyway...and i'm to busy to go stalking people so don't worry...:D...
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Date: 2006-06-23 07:11 pm (UTC)You closet stalker!
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Date: 2006-06-26 04:28 am (UTC)her eis me:
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Date: 2006-06-26 06:12 am (UTC)