Current mood:	weird
Entry tags:	misc

I'm...condensing. I don't know how to explain it other than that. Let's just say I'm condensing.

In the meantime, I want to share pieces of two poems with you. No, I didn't write them. But as haydenthorne said, they could be very inspirational. If not to me, then to you.


O rose, thou art sick.
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
in the howling storm

Has found out thy bed
of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

--"The Sick Rose", William Blake



From thy false tears I did distill
An essence which has strength to kill;
From thy own heart I then did wring
The black blood in its blackest spring;
From thy own smile I snatched the snake,
For there it could as in a brake;
From thy own lip I drew the charm
Which gave all these their chiefest harm;
In proving every poison known,
I found the strongest was thine own.

--"Manfred", Lord Byron