Saw this on someone elses tales and thought I would re-post it on mine too. Thanks Sharon.
After awhile you learn the subtle difference Between holding a hand and chaining a soul. And you learn that loving doesn’t mean leaning. And company doesn’t mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts, And presents aren’t promises And you begin to accept your defeats With your head up and your eyes open With the grace of a woman, Not the grief of a child And you learn to build all your roads on today Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight After awhile you learn that even the sun burns if you get too much So you plant your own garden And decorate your own soul Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers And you learn that you really can endure And you really are strong And you really have worth And you learn and learn With every good-bye, you learn.
Sarah "Sweet Sarah"Calm
- 7 years, 9 months, 5 days ago
Laugh and be merry, remember, better the world with a song, Better the world with a blow in the teeth of a wrong. Laugh, for the time is brief, a thread the length of a span. Laugh and be proud to belong to the old proud pageant of man.
Laugh and be merry: remember, in olden time. God made Heaven and Earth for joy He took in a rhyme, Made them, and filled them full with the strong red wine of His mirth The splendid joy of the stars: the joy of the earth.
So we must laugh and drink from the deep blue cup of the sky, Join the jubilant song of the great stars sweeping by, Laugh, and battle, and work, and drink of the wine outpoured In the dear green earth, the sign of the joy of the Lord.
Laugh and be merry together, like brothers akin, Guesting awhile in the rooms of a beautiful inn, Glad till the dancing stops, and the lilt of the music ends. Laugh till the game is played; and be you merry, my friends.
By John Masefield Sarah "Sweet Sarah"Calm
- 8 years, 3 days ago
Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you plann'd: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.
Christina Georgina Rossetti Sarah "Sweet Sarah"Calm
- 8 years, 24 days ago
He loved her and she loved him. His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to He had no other appetite She bit him she gnawed him she sucked She wanted him complete inside her Safe and sure forever and ever Their little cries fluttered into the curtains
Her eyes wanted nothing to get away Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows He gripped her hard so that life Should not drag her from that moment He wanted all future to cease He wanted to topple with his arms round her Off that moment's brink and into nothing Or everlasting or whatever there was
Her embrace was an immense press To print him into her bones His smiles were the garrets of a fairy palace Where the real world would never come Her smiles were spider bites So he would lie still till she felt hungry His words were occupying armies Her laughs were an assassin's attempts His looks were bullets daggers of revenge His glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets His whispers were whips and jackboots Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks And their deep cries crawled over the floors Like an animal dragging a great trap His promises were the surgeon's gag Her promises took the top off his skull She would get a brooch made of it His vows pulled out all her sinews He showed her how to make a love-knot Her vows put his eyes in formalin At the back of her secret drawer Their screams stuck in the wall
Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop
In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs In their dreams their brains took each other hostage
In the morning they wore each other's face
Ted Hughes Sarah "Sweet Sarah"Calm
- 8 years, 24 days ago
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers— That perches in the soul— And sings the tune without the words— And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard— And sore must be the storm— That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm—
I've heard it in the chillest land— And on the strangest Sea— Yet, never, in Extremity, It asked a crumb—of Me.
Emily Dickinson Sarah "Sweet Sarah"Calm
- 8 years, 24 days ago
A shop with something for everyone, I hope! Most of the items in here are pics taken by a great friend of mine, so huge thanks to Mick for allowing me to use them! The cat items are of Harlequin, my much loved kitten whom I sadly lost in March. The items are to remember him by. Many thanks for shopping :0) xx