Forget thee?

A melancholy poem that I read today...


Forget thee? If to dream by night and muse on thee by day;
If all the worship deep and wild a poet's heart can pay;
If prayers in absence breathed for thee to Heaven's protecting power;
If winged thoughts that flit to thee a thousand in an hour;
If busy fancy blending thee with all my future lot--
If this thou call'st forgetting, thou, indeed, shalt be forgot!

Forget thee? Bid the forest-birds forget their sweetest tune;
Forget thee? Bid the sea forget to swell beneath the moon;
Bid the thirsty flowers forget to drink the eve's refreshing dew;
Thyself forget thine own dear land, and its mountains wild and blue.
Forget each old familiar face, each long-remember'd spot--
When these things are forgot by thee, then thou shalt be forgot!

Keep, if thou wilt, thy maiden peace, still calm and fancy-free,
For God forbid thy gladsome heart should grow less glad for me;
Yet, while that heart is still unwon, oh! bid not mine to rove,
But let it nurse its humble faith and uncomplaining love;
If these, preserved for patient years, at last avail me not--
Forget me then; but ne'er believe that thou canst be forgot!

boyfriend

so my boyfriend Ren and i broke up because he is gay... we had been going out for a month, but it doesn't matter because i was going to dump him anyway. We are still pretty good friends though. i'm just happy for him that he can admit his homosexuality. personally no one but my therapist really knows that i am bisexual. which is why i sometimes feel up my female friends and pass it off as an accident or joke, but whatever. i may be repeating myself but it doesn't really matter. I am so tired right now though. it's really late! but at the same time i don't really want to go to bed because i'm not tired you know? it's one of those weird things. i'm just a weird person over all i guess. i have also been acused of being melodramatic, but often times i am dead serious. ah, the joys and pains of love.

I'll Be

The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky
Never revealing their depth

And tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above

And I'll be your cryin' shoulder
I'll be love suicide
And I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life

And rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed
And you're my survival, you're my living proof
My love is alive, and not dead

And tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love.
I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above

And I'll be your cryin' shoulder
I`ll be love suicide
And I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life

And I dropped out, I burned up, I fought my way back from the dead,
I tuned in, I turned on, remembered the thing that you said.

And I'll be your cryin' shoulder
I'll be love suicide
And I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life

Eric Szmanda

Eric Szmanda is simply AWESOME!!!! CSI: Crime Scene Investigation is one of the best shows EVER!!! I like House as well, but i dis like the lack of Chase in the more recent episodes. I also am obsessed with NCIS, CSI: NY and Bones. Bones being the awesomeness that David Boreanaz moved onto after excellence of Buffy and Angel. I'm not really into CSI: Miami.....

Back to the hotness and awesomeness of Eric Szmanda.... He really is awesome! And Greg Sanders is my favorite on CSI and I really want to feel up his hair. Not him (well maybe, possibly... yes) but mostly it's the hair. There are whole websites JUST for his hair! (case and point-this one). But seriously- the hotness stares up from the screen, and i get turned on just by looking at this picture! THAT is how messed up i am!

-Lee

Faerietayle

Faerietayle

Mirror: I

Mirror Mirror burning bright,
Reflecting warped painful light,
Shadows uncover the Seer’s sight,
Nightmares haunt the darkened night.

Mirror Mirror can you see,
I am you and you are me,
Trapped within our destiny,
I shall fulfill our prophecy.

Spindle: I

Spindle spinning evil’s trick,
In this house of hollowed brick,
If edge of finger you shall prick,
Sleep engulfs as blood falls from nick.

Spindle stabbing so very deep,
Making our heart’s blood weep,
The warmth of love we try to keep,
For nightmares haunt us as we sleep.

Loom: I

Loom of weavers, weaving lies,
Hiding truth from lonely eyes,
As belief in others slowly dies,
For honesty and trust, he cries.

Loom that does our dreams weave,
To faith and hope, we wish to cleave,
Yet, our hearts can do naught but grieve,
We’re trapped in nightmares that never leave.

Apple: I

Apple delicious, sweet, and tart,
Color of blood inside my heart,
I’ll tell you now from the very start,
I never wish from him to part.

Apple, polished blood red,
Resting innocently on the bed,
I wish something else were in your stead,
You’re feeding nightmares in our head.

Slipper: I

Slipper of glass I hold in my hand,
Upon my heart, you’ve placed a brand,
Time slips through my fingers like sand,
As frantically, I search for you across the land.

Slipper of glass left behind,
Yet another clue for us to find,
The shadowed paths twist and wind,
Nightmares run barefoot in our mind.

Interlude: I

I fell into the realm of nightmares,
A black and darkened world,
I landed before a mirror,
It reflected pain and lies,
For truth, it could not see.

A haunting voice beckoned me,
I tread through shadowed halls,
And followed it to my doom,
The spindle stood dangerous and proud,
I reached for it and my blood flew free.

My blood shifted and twisted,
Becoming a shining red apple,
It seemed innocent and delicious,
Yet, was secretly covered in poison,
One bite and I would have died.

The air was being drawn away,
I gave chase seeking to live,
I found a loom made of nothing,
Weaving the nightmares I was trapped in,
Making them larger as time passed.

Tears were streaming down my face,
As I realized there was no escape,
The memories would always haunt me,
Just like the darkness reflecting off,
The shards of my broken glass slipper.

Mirror: II

Mirror Mirror you’ve defected,
My mask is all you’ve reflected,
A façade of all I keep protected,
Hiding a child who’s been neglected.

Mirror Mirror you’re not whole,
Reflecting back shards of our soul,
Until we can recover what you stole,
We’ll wear our mask and play our role.

Spindle: II

Spindle piercing to the bone,
As I lay here, all alone,
Inside my mask I should have known,
I must do everything on my own.

Spindle spinning deepest fears,
That have amassed and grown for years,
The loneliness inside never disappears,
For our mask hides the heartfelt tears.

Loom: II

Loom weaving illusion of hate,
Will this vision never dissipate?
The path is inescapably straight,
Trapped inside this realm called fate.

Loom weaving our trodden path,
Pull our strings and face our wrath,
We’ll leave you in the aftermath,
With naught but an epitaph.

Apple: II

Apple that represents our task,
In deceit and disloyalty you bask,
For our failure and demise you ask,
Yet, a bite cannot be taken behind a mask.

Apple shining red and proud,
Others you may have cowed,
We’ll stay strong, we’ve vowed,
We’ll not be found beneath a shroud.

Slipper: II

Slipper that does not fit yet,
A symbol of the day we met,
Dripping tears make our masks wet,
For our lonely past, we cannot forget.

Slipper of glass, easy to break,
With every foot, a chance we take,
A happy future we cannot yet make,
For the slipper we hold is secretly fake.

Interlude: II

I chanced upon a masquerade,
The costumes were elaborate,
The masks were impenetrable,
I stood beneath the mirrored ceiling,
And saw nothing at all.

Laughter echoed around me,
Cheerful voices rang through the air,
The happiness could be seen and felt,
Yet, the spindle held me in place,
Forbidding me to feel anything.

I trailed along the edge of the crowd,
Dancing through the shadows,
Expertly twirling as the dance required,
My eyes fell upon the blood red apple,
And the mask became suffocating.

I stumbled away in terror,
My arms wrapped around me protectively,
I tripped over the hidden loom,
That was weaving my deepest fears,
Not allowing me to escape.

The Prince walked across the ballroom,
His mask as perfect as my own,
He knelt before me gracefully,
Though the offering broke my heart,
For the glass slipper did not fit.

Mirror: III

Mirror Mirror you seem bored,
I see the truth has struck a chord,
You show me as the foolish Lord,
Wearing naught but a crown and sword.

Mirror Mirror false you shine,
Reflecting back no hand in mine,
Palms caress and fingers entwine,
Heated skin touches and bodies align.

Spindle: III

Spindle shredding, like the thorn,
A sword on which our flesh was torn,
Your words are filled with hate and scorn,
That is all we’ve known since we’ve been born.

Spindle that all evil had sought,
Pain and suffering you’ve brought,
To escape your realm, we’ve fought,
We refuse to let our lives be for naught.

Loom: III

Loom, a story you do tell,
Trapped inside a darkened cell,
In the shadows, you do dwell,
Drowning in a pain-filled well.

Loom weaving row by row,
Our destiny you claim to know,
We shall move against the flow,
Swinging the sword in final blow.

Apple: III

Apple with the shining peel,
Red as blood that coats the steel,
Of the sword I hold, as I kneel,
This pain engulfing you is real.

Apple covered in red skin,
Dipped in well of fatal poison,
You’ve been betrayed from within,
For you’ve committed the gravest sin.

Slipper: III

Slipper of glass, fading black,
Little by little, you start to crack,
I shall save your master from attack,
I’d do anything to have my love back.

Slipper, you I must commend,
Your choice the sword does not contend,
No longer shall we be forced to pretend,
For we shall live happily together till the end.

THE END

15. Faerietayle » reviews

AU: Harry Potter had completed his task, the Dark Lord was dead. He believed no one would ever love or understand him. Luna told him there was a chance for both. Yet, to be happy he would have to suffer all over again. He agreed. Love was worth it. HPHP

Harry Potter - Rated: M - English - Drama/Romance - Chapters: 17 - Words: 67,108 - Reviews: 1068 - Updated: 3-24-09 - Published: 1-11-09 - Harry P. & Harry P. - Complete

it's been a while

hey, it's been a while, i'm bored out of my mind, so i'm blogging and sampling tonks and the aurors, they aren't half bad really, i like their sound. it's softer than i'm used to, but i've only listened to one song..... so i haven't had a breakdown today! aren't you happy for me?

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