Thursday, January 18, 2007

-AHHH-

AHH i'm getting sicksicksick of my lardy old xmas background and the black blogskin. Will change as soon as I get the time / inspiration to.

Excerpt from my lit book: (i have no life. seriously. i dont blog for a week and when i finally do its something out of my textbook. but still.)


Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow

All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.

Lily-like, white as snow,
She hardly knew
She was a woman, so
Sweetly she grew.

Coffin-board, heavy stone,
Lie on her breast;
I vex my heart alone,
She is at rest.

Peace, peace; she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet;
All my life's buried here
Heap earth upon it.

Requiescat - Oscar Wilde


| so spoken! @ 7:46 PM|

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