12 Jan 2009 @ 3:22 AM 

Robert Frost- 1916

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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 onto 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 took the one less travelled by
And that has made all the difference

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Last Edit: 12 Jan 2009 @ 03:38 AM

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 14 Nov 2008 @ 6:48 AM 

Cheseborough 2008

Stumbling through the blackness
Drunkenly swaying
Side to side, to and fro
Each step more unsure than the last

The destination unclear
Origin long forgotten
Doubting the journey
Experiences, memories offer no answer

Fog is endless, relentless
Infinite existence
Forward, back, left, right
Consumed by a void of everything

Surrendering to hope
Steadily pacing
Patience is a friend
Reason leading with a hand

Continuing forward, defiant
Blissfully unsure
Reaching for home ahead
No longer seeing, yet the path is clear

Listening to silence
Peaceful meander
Listless in a calm sea
Reflecting on what will come

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 18 Sep 2008 @ 1:29 AM 
William Shakespeare 1609
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And oft' is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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Last Edit: 18 Sep 2008 @ 03:52 AM

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