Mahayana [you] 020314
Mahayana it_shall_begin_with 020314
Arwyn see: Circular_Reasoning 020315
shameful origami goodnight and goodbye. 020617
bethany 'cut this picture
into you and me
burn it backwards
kill this history
make it over
or make it stay away
or hate'll say the ending
that love started to say'
mr.e smith
girl_jane The last few lines are the reason I posted this poem in this blathe.

The Hollow Men-TS Eliot

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer --

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
spoons a lack of color... 040425
sab and thats the funny thing
because it doesnt end

it keeps right on going.

and thats the scarey thing
because things never end
stuff just keeps on going.
girl in the corner but it won't end.

everything goes around in circles, again and again and again.

i wish it would stop sometimes.
" stop the world I wanna get off!
I wanna get off with you"
unhinged it'll_end_with_tears 090509
unhinged itll_end_with_tears
In_Bloom Secretive humiliating tears
Awkward public glances
The counting of days
Shaking fingers
Empty courtesy you choke on
In_Bloom Strange but it didn't end that way at all
You still reach for me and ask for me but my arms
My arms go to be with someone else
auburn goodbye. you were too much. and not enough. 090919
Jurisprudence Me confessing The Words
But not yet, I'm not ready to end
Not ready to leave your arms or your smile
I want to see you win before I'm undone
unhinged me wishing you would love me the way i want you to
i realize the futility of that but_still the heart_pang
what's it to you?
who go