A Dream Within A Dream

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Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow–
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand–
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep–while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allan Poe

SYLVIA PLATH QUOTES

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“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”
“Apparently, the most difficult feat for a Cambridge male is to accept a woman not merely as feeling, not merely as thinking, but as managing a complex, vital interweaving of both.”
“Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I’ve a call.”
“How frail the human heart must be – a mirrored pool of thought.”
“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.”
“I talk to God but the sky is empty.”
“I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.”
“If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I’m neurotic as hell. I’ll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.”
“Is there no way out of the mind?”
“The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.”
“There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them.”
“Widow. The word consumes itself.”
                                                                                                                 With love
                                                                                                                     Eye Candy

Flowers vs Weeds

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Your mind is a garden  your thoughts are seeds. You can grow flowers or you can grow weeds.

#choices
If you think negatively you will grow negatively and if you think positively so shall you grow. The choice is yours on what you want to make of your life before you die, because you will.

I can only do so much as to tell you, the rest is all you.
                                  With love,
                                   Eye Candy

Nay, Nay, Nay!

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I shut my eyes and dare to hope
That maybe today is the day
That the shadows will let me cope
I hear them whisper, “nay, nay, nay.”

Ignoring, i squeeze my eyes shut
Try to picture; birds, peace, blue sky,
Muff my ears with a thick hat
But sadly, i still see myself die.

A rustling under my small bed
That sounds like a sick voice dying
Makes me jump and hit my big head,
Suddenly, i can’t stop crying.

I flip my light switch on, nothing.
I try to reach for my phone, nowhere.
I feel my leg caught by something
My fear i can not bear.

Screaming, i cry for help out loud
As my blankets come falling down.
I can’t say why i made no sound
But till date, i never left town.
                               Eye Candy

I have written this poem at 12.50 AM beacuse i have insomnia and it just kind of came to me. I really love it and i hope you guys will to. Do share your thoughts on this eight sylabble poem especially on the last stanza, what do you think happened to this girl???

Bread and Music

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Music i heard with you was more than music,
And bread i broke with you was more than bread;
Now that i am without you all is desolate,
All that was once beautiful is dead.

Your hands once touched this table and this silver,
And i have seen your fingers hold this glass.
These things do not remember you, beloved,
And yet your touch upon them will not pass.

For it was in my heart you moved among them,
And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes;
And in my heart they will remember always,
They knew you once, O beautiful and wise.

                        Conrad Aiken