Fleeting Reveries 
Apprehensive| One fine day in the middle of the night, Two dead boys got up to fight, Back to back they faced each other, Drew their swords and shot each other, One was blind and the other couldn't see So they chose a dummy for a referee. A blind man went to see fair play, A dumb man went to shout "hooray!" A paralysed donkey passing by, Kicked the blind man in the eye, Knocked him through a nine inch wall, Into a dry ditch and drowned them all, A deaf policeman heard the noise, And came to arrest the two dead boys, If you don't believe this story’s true, Ask the blind man - he saw it too. "We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone." - William Shakespeare "Ships that pass in the night, and speak to each other in passing, Only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak to one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence." -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow "Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad." - Henry Wordsworth Longfellow "Solitude shows us what should be; society shows us what we are." - Robert Cecil "I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy." - Sara Teasdale "The path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown." - William Cowper "There is a joy in sorrow which none but a mourner can know." - M. F. Tupper "For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these: 'It might have been.'" - John Greenleaf Whittier "We enjoy warmth because we have been cold. We appreciate light because we have been in darkness. By the same token, we can experience joy because we have known sadness." - David Weatherford "Nessun maggior dolore Che ricordarsi del tempo felice Nella miseria." (There is no greater sorrow Than to be mindful of a happy time In misery.) - Dante Webcam Stock Image: [link] with sole ownership by  |
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Ignorance Is BlissBeware judicious flits of ashen creed, The depths of which have gone unseen, Aside sagacious flicks of lucid greed, The likes of which fleet so serene.Ignorance Is Bliss
Beware intrinsic brims of cogent deed, A callous breath of artful gleam, Beside cynical trims of prudent need, All fleeting by from dream to dream.
Beware sombre hymns of captious glee, The likes of which leave only me.
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Libera MeSo cradled have I been, as is a tiny babe, Held in hallowed peace and gentle grace; So sheltered have I been, as is a tiny wave, So shall it lie, so gently set in place; Be still now, for you are saved.Libera Me
Though now I shake, as now I sway, For here I wait to gently break; Though now I pray, as now I may, For it shall lie, I in its wake; Though hush now, for you are saved.
So shattered now I lie, As is this ashen wave, Though weep not, my tiny babe, For you are saved.
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JillianBrisk and spry light of brine, Cradled sky of amber heights, There you stand, now so high; There you stand, next to I.Jillian
Shy from flight, Autumn kite, High atop this scarlet tide, Fleeting by, far from sight; Fleeting by, just as I.
Still it shines, astral light, High alight, this canvas sky, Now so bright, though you cry; Now so bright, just as I.
Now tie the time that draws nigh, The crescent heights that we shall find.
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No MoreNo more shattered streaks of starlit skies, Or falling stars upon breaking heights. No more fleets and sighs of scarlet eyes, Please fall no more, my crescent tide. No more fleeting dreams of long before, For the starry sky has closed its door. No more flits and flicks of evermore, Please, my Autumn leaves, fall no more.No More
Just no more.
by ~li1121
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10. Breathe AgainWe would pass in a hallway, A stranger and I And he'd look me up and down With an appreciative eye And I'd fix him with a look That told him "You're a pain" And the moment would pass by, and I'd Shake, and breath again.10. Breathe Again
We would pass in a courtyard, My soulmate and I And stop to exchange dreams Of where our future might lie We would run inside to shelter As it started to rain And I'd shake out my wet hair, and I'd Smile, and breathe again.
We would pass on the field, His people and mine If we'd just stopped to talk E
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LoomingI spun this thread myself And now I weave it into lies That I can wrap around you Keep you warm and quiet In the hope they won't see past them To the reality of you Not because you're something shameful But because I fear for us both Should they learn the truth And I can't begin to explain this But I am an excellent seamstress And I sew up my lies - Always threaded with a strand of truth - Tightly with a jewelled detail Or a sorrowful stitch And as I spin and weave and sow All my hopes and dreams and fears Somehow become part of the pattern &Looming
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15. SilenceYou have approximately 5 seconds To deny any truth in what I just said To contradict, as I expect you to And reassure me that it's OK15. Silence
You have approximately 4 seconds To laugh off that comment And tell me the idea's so ridiculous It has to be some sort of joke
You have approximately 3 seconds To stop rearranging things behind me Turn round, and tell me sincerely That that could never happen
You have approximately 2 seconds To make me feel secure To somehow show me that I'm overreacting again.
You have approximately 1 sec
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16. QuestioningWhy is the sky so blue, Mummy? Why is there good and bad? Why is Daddy so angry? And why are you always sad?16. Questioning
Why does a sheep eat grass, Mummy? Why is an apple green? Why's Daddy the King of the Castle? And why aren't you the Queen?
Why do dry leaves go 'crunch', Mummy? Why is two twos a four? Why do you say Daddy's rich? And why do they say we're poor?
Why is the sun so bright, Mummy? Why is a raincloud grey? Why don't we live with Daddy? And why did we move away?
Why is the ceiling up, Mummy? Why does a cow go 'm
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