where hypotheses come to die (madman101) wrote,
where hypotheses come to die

posted by </a></b></a>anothercup ...

The lovin is a mess what happened to all of the feeling?
I thought it was for real; babies, rings and fools kneeling
And words of pledging trust and lifetimes stretching forever
So what went wrong? It was a lie, it crumbled apart
Ghost figures of past, present, future haunting the heart

- Belle and Sebastian 

posted by </a></font></b></a>umbreons_shadow ...

[: The fragile :]

Fragile state,
Ego bleeding,
No longer handling,
Fear of loss,
And this disease,
Holding tightly
on to loneness,
in a loop,
I shatter into a million
pieces on impact.

and kudos to dottie_luv for posting Keats' "Ode To A Nightingale" - a fine poem.  In fact, I once stole two lines from it in my poem "This Town Shall Settle Hence" (my profile page) - a satire about Rockford which uses plagerism to make an added point.

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