Quotes, Poems, Etc...

[ctan]

astig darkstar! :-)

[ctan]

I CAST MY NET INTO THE SEA
by: Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941)

In the morning I cast my net into the sea.

I dragged up from the dark abyss things of strange aspect and strange beauty -- some shone like a smile, some glistened like tears, and some were flushed like the cheeks of a bride.

When with the day's burden I went home, my love was sitting in the garden idly tearing the leaves of a flower.

I hesitated for a moment, and then placed at her feet all that I had dragged up, and stood silent.
She glanced at them and said, "What strange things are these? I know not of what use they are!"
I bowed my head in shame and thought, "I have not fought for these, I did not buy them in the market; they are not fit gifts for her."

Then the whole night through I flung them one by one into the street.

In the morning travellers came; they picked them up and carried them into far countries.

[Luc]

"And She Was Gone" (click link)
By Ginger Foutley
from the season 3 episode

She chose to walk alone
Though others wondered why
Refused to look before her,
Kept eyes cast upwards,
Towards the sky.

She didn't have companions
No need for earthly things.
Only wanted freedom,
From what she felt were
Puppet strings.

She longed to be a bird. That she might fly away.
She pitied every blade of grass
For planted they would stay.

She longed to be a flame,
That brightly danced alone.
Felt jealous of the steam
That made the air its only home.

Some say she wished too hard.
Some say she wished too long.
But we awoke one autumn day
To find that she was gone.

Some say she wished too hard.
Some say she wished too long.
But we awoke one autumn day
To find that she was gone.

The trees, they say stood witness.
The sky refused to tell.
But someone who had seen it said
The story played out well.

She spread her arms out wide.
Breathed in the break of dawn.
She just let go of all she held...

And she was gone...

[ctan]

"And She Was Gone" (click link)
By Ginger Foutley
from the season 3 episode

She chose to walk alone
Though others wondered why
Refused to look before her,
Kept eyes cast upwards,
Towards the sky.

She didn't have companions
No need for earthly things.
Only wanted freedom,
From what she felt were
Puppet strings.

She longed to be a bird. That she might fly away.
She pitied every blade of grass
For planted they would stay.

She longed to be a flame,
That brightly danced alone.
Felt jealous of the steam
That made the air its only home.

Some say she wished too hard.
Some say she wished too long.
But we awoke one autumn day
To find that she was gone.

Some say she wished too hard.
Some say she wished too long.
But we awoke one autumn day
To find that she was gone.

The trees, they say stood witness.
The sky refused to tell.
But someone who had seen it said
The story played out well.

She spread her arms out wide.
Breathed in the break of dawn.
She just let go of all she held...

this is nice...

[bukojob]

@luc: oh wow! that is so 2002!! nostalgia bomb! XD

[mang juan]

[geo]

We are the hollow men.
We are the stuffed men.
Leaning together headpiece filled with straw.
Alas! Our dried voices......

[mang juan]

"Save one life... and you are a hero.
Save one hundred lives... and you are
a nurse."
-Chuck Stepanek, Nursing the Corn (2005)

[darkstar13]

(liham sa isang kaibigang anak rin ng gabi)
ni Joan M.E. Salvador

Maraming beses na rin nating napag-usapan
ang samu't saring hikbi ng isipan,
sakit na lumalala, sugat na lumalalim.
Sa unang mga pag-uusap,
Hindi pa gaanong masaklaw.
Ngayon, minsa'y ganoon pa rin naman,
ngunit kumbaga sa luha,
kung noo'y pasulpot-sulpot ang pagpatak,
ngayo'y naglalawa na't umaapaw.
Madalas tuloy, itinatanong ko:
Maaari kayang maibsang ang sakit,
o kaya nama'y
matuyo nang kaunti ang bukal ng luha?
Na siya ko rin namang sinasagot:
Marahil, subalit matagal pa.
Kaya kapit lang,
gamit ang diwa't patalim,
kakawala rin tayo mula sa dilim.
Malungkot ang buhay, sabi mo,
at ganito rin naman ang tingin ko,
subali't isisilang ng ating luha ang pagbabago.
Malungkot ang buhay, oo,
ngunit kapag magkausap tayo,
di man halatang
sabay tayong tumatangis,
kahit papaano,
kahit kaunti,
naiibsan ang hapdi.

[superosmdummi]

Mga original pieces ko:PP [size=78%]http://perksofanoverdreamer.wordpress.com/[/size]
Metamorphosis
Dancing on the tune of silence,
As I let the stars fall from the sky.
Heart's crushing down
Still, giving fake smiles.


I look in the mirror
I see mediocre, a boy-no-wonder
Wrestling his demons, not knowing how to win
Fighting! Embracing!


Bullied, misunderstood, mistaken
Insecurities inside out, his soul stained with blood
An angel soon to rise,
From a body synthesized.


Wings as broad as the universe
Flew higher than the heavens
Dove deeper than the oceans
An angel soon to rise!
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[mang juan]

"People come, people go – they'll drift in and out of your life, almost like characters in a favorite book. When you finally close the cover, the characters have told their story and you start up again with another book, complete with new characters and adventures. Then you find yourself focusing on the new ones, not the ones from the past."

― Nicholas Sparks , The Rescue

[joshgroban]

"Be Yourself. Life is precious as it is. All the elements for your happiness are already here. There is no need to run, strive, search, or struggle.
Just Be."

~ Thich Nhat Hanh ~

[coxxxz]

i wrote a poem and i don't know kung anong itatitle ko and my friend na writer sa publication namin siya'y copy-reader and headline writer kaya siya nagbigay ng title na "HAMON NG BUHAY"... samantalang ako Photojournalism lang but sumusulat din ako sa dyaryo namin sa school..

[elmer0224]

^ Astig ng mga nakapag-compose na ng magandang kanta or tula. Mga alagad ng sining! Bravo!

[superosmdummi]

Melancholic Thoughts on Random Shits

Suffering from depression and anxiety
A never ending slave for the act of Melancholia
Falling from an eternal pit
Living a life of all despair

Life keeps fornicating my behind
Battered, slapped 'til the bloom of rose
Stabbed with a knife to the heart, back and forth
Cry of pity and sadness, of pain and sorrow heard from beyond

A life non-cyclic but and ever changing nightmare
A nightmare without a hero
A nightmare... only I am in distress
A nightmare where everyone's a villain

A poem for random shits
Yet, all I can see is my life equated
A weird mind the author has,
A stupid act the author did.