Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics
That you hear in our songs.
A boy I don’t like told me to write from the heart
I didn’t know what that meant because I never knew I had one
I never knew I had a heart
‘Til you said you kissed a boy I haven’t met
Then I knew I had a heart
Because I thought it might stop
And when I thought my heart might stop beating
I realised it had always been there
But it didn’t know how to feel
Until I thought about losing you
I knew we wouldn’t last forever
I was waiting for this day
But I hope we can fix things
And if we can’t
I will always thank you
For showing me I have a heart.
Lorsque la sombre croix sur nous sera plantée,
La terre nous ayant tous deux ensevelis,
Ton corps refleurira dans la neige des lys
Et de ma chair naîtra la rose ensanglantée.
Et la divine Mort que tes vers ont chantée
En son vol noir chargé de silence et d’oublis,
Nous fera par le ciel, bercés d’un lent roulis,
Vers des astres nouveaux une route enchantée.
All girls should have a poem
written for them even if
we have to turn this God-damn world
upside down to do it.
Gil-Galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
the last whose realm was fair and free
between the Mountains and the Sea.
His sword was long, his lance was keen,
his shining helm afar was seen;
the countless stars of heaven's field
were mirrored in his silver shield.
But long ago he rode away,
and where he dwelleth none can say;
for into darkness fell his star
in Mordor where the shadows are.
Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
Give a man a few lines of verse and he thinks he's the Lord of all Creation.
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