January 2012
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driven to motion by a fleeting glance all he acted upon was by and by a chance the Lady did not protest at all and by and by the night her flower did fall now the man harrowed in flight escaped, a shadow in the night
© 2012 Sarah Jane
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TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME
by Robert Herrick
GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying : And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he’s a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he’s to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer ; But being spent,...
December 2011
11 posts
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that empty bottle turns fingers to fists that howl of sorrow escapes from her lips these broken bones will heal these bruises will fade but that scar on her heart and that hole in her soul will forever remain
© 2011 Sarah Jane
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leave me be, let me see what it is I need to breathe.
© 2011 Sarah Jane.
Tyler Knott: I Believe →
tylerknott:
There are certain and altogether unalienable threads that tie me together and are wound so tightly around each other that they create the framework for these tired bones. The skeleton that will one day be covered with the skin of my experiences and the scars of longing and some ache that stains it…
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this is why the birds fly this is why the crow cries this is why my heart sings this is what morphs winter into spring this is love what it means to be
© 2011 Sarah Jane
Things I carry in my back pocket.
lilysofthefield:
Tomorrow’s headline of the greatest adventure, composed symphonies and tragedies, and the sea. Discoveries and treasures found under park benches. The Chicago Times. The unsaid truth and forgotten hope. Wishes, wonders, and whispers, enchantment and question marks. Flower seeds, witches spells, nursery rhymes, fairy tails and history. Band-aids and kisses. Memories. Stolen...
November 2011
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Chapter I Autumn
Home is where one starts from. T.S. Eliot
The door crept open, bringing with it a sliver of light, illuminating a portion of the bleak and barren room. She sat, huddled in the corner farthest from the door, clad in a threadbare white cotton dress—the one she had received for her birthday a year ago. Her hair was strewn about, unkempt, a refulgent and fiery red....
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Life is said to be unfair, an arbitrary thing But Death is oft’ forgotten, the Capricious King One can only be sure of this moment Never the next
For Life & Death wait to collide
The only thing between them : Chance
© 2011 Sarah Jane
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The End.
She bought a one-way ticket to Chicago Planning to let the wind Carry her home She bought a one-way ticket to her End.
© 2011 Sarah Jane
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To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,...
“Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your...”
– Franz Kafka (via pavorst)
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“I don’t know.”
The phrase rolls off the tip of her tongue. It’s a lie. She knows. She just can’t say it. Her eyes flutter around, pausing momentarily on the mundane before finally resting on the floor; she bites her lip. The words bubble inside her chest, her lungs filled with the air to form them, but—somehow— they get caught in her throat on the way...
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the head & the heart
All is fair in love and war. John Lyly
There are, as a component of the human complex, two contradictory parts regarded as the guides of the soul: the head and the heart. The head, designed for reason, is more inclined to war; while the heart, the crux of all things irrational, is the picture of love itself. These two parts of a whole do tend to balance each other out. For what would be the...
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Love is not a ditch.
You cannot fall into it.
Or can you?
October 2011
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haunted by the ghost of nightmares past a shrouded mist of memories is the only true companion a person ever has
there is no such place as home if there is no heart even if it is just malfunctioning or broken beyond repair there is no such place as home no one there to care
thus begins a helpless cycle of self-deprecation and despair you can’t really count on anyone if the only ones who...
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the monsters that used to live beneath your bed are no different than the monsters that currently reside in your head
they both come to life in the dark and have the greatest hold over you late in the night they are both very real and possess the ability to steal your sleep & no matter how many lights you turn on…
they will still come back the next night.
© 2011 Sarah Jane
“The unexamined life is not worth living.”
– Socrates (via pavorst)
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Whooooo?
Fall break is upon the students of Indiana public schools. Thus it stands to reason that I am on vacation, right? Wrong. We have four whole days off—including the weekend. So I am on a stay-cation. It should be fun though. By the way, the apocolypse must be fast encroaching as I do not have any major assignments, papers, or projects to do over this “break.”
Plans:
Music
(My...
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From dawn to dust
From night to life
Stale air is all one will ever breathe
Pollution holds its house
In the atmosphere
In the mind
© 2011 Sarah Jane
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feet on the ground
head in the clouds
soul underwater
waves washing away
the foundation of
this life left unlived
this heart left unloved
indefinitely, forevermore
twisted tides
caress the mind
and fall under the weight
of this prevailing wind
the crashing surf
undermines all peace
as the undertow lulls
to an unknown beat
eroding the earth
beneath the subconscious
propelling...
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these scars tell a story that I could never speak they tell of a war, sans glory utter battle stories of the meek
life leaves scars on all that journey through it they riddle the mind, body and soul every one a memoir, a silent ode to those that do bear them
© 2011 Sarah Jane
lilysofthefield:
I wonder if my voice could ever become worn out and my words empty. Will there be a day when you skim by these overused lines and thoughts. Is the day going to come when I will recycle these pages in a burning pile sending their ashes to the heavens. I plead, never forsake my pain and the beating of my struggling heart. Don’t overlook these scars I’ve marked with pens, I beg...
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The Poet Dreamer: I'm not a writer, sir. →
poetdreamer:
I’m no writer, sir I beg to differ, sir I may rhyme, sir I’ve done some forms, sir But I can choose forms and rhymes sir. I cannot pick my subjects dear, sir. I cannot write any time I want, sir No, sir, no sir I’m not a writer, sir I can’t pick up a pen every day, sir I can only have fun every…
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piece by piece this life was built this knowledge unearthed fragments, seemingly unrelated, joined to create a new perspective and then the eyes, sewn shut so many years ago swelled with heat, blossoming tears and opened to see the final piece fall into place knowing, without a doubt, in that very moment— and in that moment alone that all was as it should be
brick and mortar, these walls...
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take me back to once upon a time when happy endings were mere beginnings of a fairy-tale like life take me back to once upon a time when nightmares were nonexistent and life was something to live not something to fight for
oh, take me back to once upon a time when my knight in shining armor still had a chance to exist when I still had a chance to be loved
but once upon a time is no longer...
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Sonnet XVIII
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm’d; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d; But thy eternal...
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a love lost, a heartache gained the lies all spent, only truth remains the waters were rough, and the tides did change the storm could not be weathered and when the ship broke shore the two went their separate ways
© 2011 Sarah Jane
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Trapped inside her soul she finds
Her thoughts are locked inside her mind
And she can’t find the key
All these words
That she can’t find
Are the only things
That could possibly set her free
All the fear
That hides the truth
Forages the silence indeed
That works to keep the soul in chains
The truth may set you free, my dear
But freedom has a price, I fear.
© 2011 Sarah...
Shedding Petals: Wrongly Written →
sheddingpetals:
I would bore you with my
Sad little excerpts of my life,
Wishes that are dangerous,
Pitiful hopes and dreams.
Couldn’t it be easier if I stood
In the middle of a storm,
Drinking up the rain to wash
My insides clean?
I need a purity,
But these words only say that,
The ink can only spread…
Who you are is not what you've been through.
Remember that.
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henceforth & thus far
Adrift ‘neath the stars doth she stay Searching for something to which She cannot yet place a name For thus far all life has been to her Is but a solemn march to the grave Blind has she been her whole life To the light at the end of the tunnel A light that very much exists And puts a meaning to all this strife
For henceforth & thus far are not one in the same A walk through Hell does...
“All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind.”
– Kahlil Gibran
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A tortured soul
Screams at its tormentor
Only to be beaten down
Into submission once again.
For those who witness this great upheaval
They shall forever lose faith in mankind.
As the truth unfurls
And they finally see
That man is not kind in the least.
© 2011 Sarah Jane
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Nap time?
I think yes.
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Daydreams on Loose Leaf Paper: Suddenly the Soul... →
daydreamsonlooseleafpaper:
She had dreams of ridiculous nature; of ending poverty and shaping children. She existed to educate the minds, hearts and souls she met, of the hidden wonders of life. Every eye that met her gaze was then blessed with an incredibly breath taking lesson she story told her way into, leaving them…
Love. Her.
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With Every Turn of the Earth
He lent a flame to a candle to give light to the stars He gave the moon a torch as to chase the night away And a lantern did he carry so that it may set the dark ablaze Thus a war was waged between the night and the day Each won their respective battles, but neither one would give way And so the sun and moon are forever entwined in this dance: Day envelops night just as night devours day But even...