Saturday, September 18, 2010
I'm late
Saturday, November 21, 2009
shakespeare poem
by: William Shakespeare
USIC to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
- Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:
- Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,
- Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?
- If the true concord of well-tunèd sounds,
- By unions married, do offend thine ear,
- They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
- In singleness the parts that thou should'st bear.
- Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
- Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;
- Resembling sire and child and happy mother,
- Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing;
- Whose speechless song, being many, seeming one,
- Sings this to thee, 'Thou single wilt prove none.'
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Abondoned
By Andrew Benedict
You abandoned me on this cold, dark road.
You left me all alone to solve this impossible code.
In this endless storm of tackling winds,
blinding lightning,
roaring booms of thunder,
and stinging rain.
With me forever feeling this pain.
You walked with me but left like the other.
They say you're my sister and he my brother.
You abandoned me on this cold, dark road.
You were with me for every twist and turn.
Trust is a lie this all must learn.
You said you would always help me.
Trust comes with a hard fee.
I trusted you then was abandoned too.
Now that I look back that's nothing new.
You abandoned me on this cold, dark road.
Now I go every day all alone.
Not a single thing I own.I couldn't take it I fell to my knees.
Another one of lives cold hard fees.
No more, that is the last time I will fall for this trick called trust.
All will have good times as well as the bad times but all that is left for me is bad to be had.
Besides the bad all i have left is this impossible code,
because you abandoned me on this cold, dark road.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Two Roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry that i could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference