NATHAN LEARY's blog

POETRY

NLEARY666 — Wed, 10 Dec 2008 01:25:04 UT

We Have Been Friends Together
by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

We have been friends together,
In sunshine and in shade;
Since first beneath the chestnut-trees
In infancy we played.
But coldness dwells within thy heart,
A cloud is on thy brow;
We have been friends together—
Shall a light word part us now?

We have been gay together;
We have laugh'd at little jests;
For the fount of hope was gushing
Warm and joyous in our breasts.
But laughter now hath fled thy lip,
And sullen glooms thy brow;
We have been gay together—
Shall a light word part us now?

We have been sad together,
We have wept, with bitter tears,
O'er the grass-grown graves, where slumber'd
The hopes of early years.
The voices which are silent there
Would bid thee clear thy brow;
We have been sad together—
Oh! what shall part us now?

POETRY

NLEARY666 — Wed, 10 Dec 2008 01:22:35 UT

She Walks in Beauty
by George Gordon Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

NUMBERS

NLEARY666 — Sun, 05 Oct 2008 08:24:12 UT

I want your number.
I don't care who you are.
I bet you won't give it to me..
just send it to me in a message.
I dare you to copy and paste this and see how many numbers you get.

POETRY

NLEARY666 — Wed, 18 Jun 2008 12:52:53 UT

How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

POETRY

NLEARY666 — Wed, 18 Jun 2008 12:49:53 UT

I Love You
by Sara Teasdale

When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep,
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep.

When April tells the thrushes,
The meadow-larks will know,
And pipe the three words lightly
To all the winds that blow.

Above his roof the swallows,
In notes like far-blown rain,
Will tell the little sparrow
Beside his window-pane.

O sparrow, little sparrow,
When I am fast asleep,
Then tell my love the secret
That I have died to keep.

SAD

NLEARY666 — Thu, 12 Jun 2008 03:11:05 UT

SAD

WHY DOES HAVING YOUR HEART RIPPED OUT FROM YOU HURT SO MUCH ?

POETRY

NLEARY666 — Mon, 09 Jun 2008 15:58:28 UT

I love to listen to you talk,
as you open up to me,
expressing what your feeling,
and everything you see.

I love the way you listen,
and how i know you understand,
everything i'm mumbling,
and help me through it with your hand.

I love how you give me advice,
and tell me what or not to do,
you always make me feel better,
even when i see pictures of you.

I love the way you help me,
whether it is night or day,
your always there,
every step of the way.

I love the way you make me smile,
and make me glow with delight,
you take away my fears,
and make everything alright.

I love everything about you,
and you will always be my friend,
i guess that's what i can't accept,
is that i will love you forever and always till the end.

BORED

NLEARY666 — Sun, 08 Jun 2008 15:39:36 UT

I Don't care who you are. I Bet you won't give it to me.
Name:___________________
Number:___________________- - - Text or Call?__________________- - - - Best time to call/text:__________________
I dare you to copy and paste this and see how many numbers you get!!!

POETRY

NLEARY666 — Thu, 29 May 2008 11:04:40 UT

The White Rose
by John Boyle O'Reilly

The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

POETRY

NLEARY666 — Thu, 29 May 2008 10:56:12 UT

How I Am
by Jason Shinder

When I talk to my friends I pretend I am standing on the wings

of a flying plane. I cannot be trusted to tell them how I am.
Or if I am falling to earth weighing less

than a dozen roses. Sometimes I dream they have broken up

with their lovers and are carrying food to my house.
When I open the mailbox I hear their voices

like the long upward-winding curve of a train whistle

passing through the tall grasses and ferns
after the train has passed. I never get ahead of their shadows.

I embrace them in front of moving cars. I keep them away

from my miseries because to say I am miserable is to say I am like them

POETRY

NLEARY666 — Thu, 29 May 2008 10:35:31 UT

Be Near Me
by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Translated by Naomi Lazard

Be near me now,
My tormenter, my love, be near me—
At this hour when night comes down,
When, having drunk from the gash of sunset, darkness comes
With the balm of musk in its hands, its diamond lancets,
When it comes with cries of lamentation,
with laughter with songs;
Its blue-gray anklets of pain clinking with every step.
At this hour when hearts, deep in their hiding places,
Have begun to hope once more, when they start their vigil
For hands still enfolded in sleeves;
When wine being poured makes the sound
of inconsolable children
who, though you try with all your heart,
cannot be soothed.
When whatever you want to do cannot be done,
When nothing is of any use;
—At this hour when night comes down,
When night comes, dragging its long face,
dressed in mourning,
Be with me,
My tormenter, my love, be near me.

POETRY

NLEARY666 — Thu, 29 May 2008 10:30:14 UT

Never give all the heart
by W. B. Yeats

Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.

POETRY

NLEARY666 — Thu, 29 May 2008 10:25:24 UT

Love's Secret
by William Blake

Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah! she did depart!

Soon after she was gone from me,
A traveller came by,
Silently, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh.

POETRY

NLEARY666 — Wed, 13 Sep 2006 11:06:27 UT

Beauty
Kathy Janev

If we fail to see the beauty inside,
we fail to see the magic of what makes us so special.
We don't know how deep our beauty is within,
unless it shines out greatly from our hearts.
Like a bird we need to fly up high,
to make others believe in us,
so that we can believe in ourselves.