About
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
By: Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it's queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Triangular Threads
By: ME
Tranquilized I was feeling blessed
All I had left on me was a gallon of gas
And a few friends they talked me through my rage
Caused sometimes I just felt so messed
Up in the skies I wouldn't care how much it hurt when I stepped on glass
Then I noticed the skies only stopped at this bottomless cage
My eyes bled like hot fire tears
A few soaked stains on the last people in those dark places
I didn't really notice some of the ripped pages in my book
And the walls hit me like the titanic of fears
I was one with the shadows with their vengeful faces
Though I did wrong naught but the pain of my own look
I was death, yet wandered in the earth
Tired of fear but ready for help
Lonesome yet hopeful in the ground
Only my friends knew how much I was worth
I could live with only talk and the small food of kelp
Until my meaning was finally found
I am the last spoken cracked heart
I bring you the everlasting grace
Though I am empty as well I will still find my place
Like a bird I set free
Never one with all but me
Adding all the sorrow to my endless cart
In those gallons of wheeze and the trembles of the dead
I lay in a garden of my dreams
Yes, that which is filled with my screams
Hiding till the dawn I cry
While you stand in watchful eye
We huddle in blankets of dread
There go my last trickles for my gallons of gas
The last thing that can help you
Until I destroy myself to forget you
I am free as the bird with broken wings
The one that falls to the earth as it sings
The last remaining one of your class
I am the haven that sheds all light
The one that makes us all, that bed of white
Though I am broken, as the rest of us are
I will sew us together and forever we are
Till death do we part
Until the last black heart
In my glow, you see the cringe
The beauty that leaks its hard syringe
The poison that hurts the essence of our hope
The secret that none shall cope
I look to the mirror and wish it were me
The only one that could be favored and free
For those last seconds that I looked to your eyes
I could never deny your feelings or hope your demise
I hid in the dark and hoped for it all to end
While I made sure to stitch my friends feelings to pend
Helping the ones that I love is my will
But I may be the one in for my own kill
I am the end, the beginning and all
I watch as the last of us fall
And to the hope, the one in the end
Shall bring peace to the three that descend
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