Robert Frost

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
-robert frost

All Things are Relative

A flashlight
isn't quite sunlight
but any light at all seems bright
when you're looking in the dark. It's all about the way we receive it
how much we believe it
depending on the life you lead, if you lead it
compare it to yourself
compared to someone else, you care
and if you pick the threads in your closet
the cash in your wallet
the color of the skin in your blood and how you got it
compare it yourself
and someone else, you care
everything is relative

You're either underweight or you're unfit
underdressed or overzipped
too social or you're just too shy too depressed
or you're too high night to day
day to night
rich to poor
black and white
everything is relative

When eating a fruit, think of the person who planted the tree.-Vietnamese saying

His thoughts...

"You will not be remembered if you die now. You will be buried and mourned by a few, and what more can you ask for. But you feel so tremendously alone because you fear that your blood is not strong or good and your friends are few and embattled, too. But so what. That is the answer. So what so what so what so what so what so what? The world will spiral out from underneath you, and you will find nothing to hold on to because you are either too smart or too dumb to find God and because what the fuck will Camus ever do for you? Just ideas. You are not an artist, you will not leave something behind. Maybe you are angry only because the way out is through love and you are horny and lonely. Maybe this is the way it is for everybody, only you are weaker, or less lucky, or have seen something they all have not. You have seen that before you lies a great stretch of road, and it is windswept or blasted by the hot sun or covered in snow, or it is dirt or concrete or shrouded in dark or bright and clear so you have to squint, but no matter what, it is utterly empty."

Sitting, Waiting, Wishing

Well if I was in your position
I'd put down all my amuntintion
I'd wonder why it had taken me so long

But the lord knows that I'm not you
and if I was I wouldn't be so cruel
cause waitin' on love ain't so easy to do
Must I always be waiting, waiting on you
Must I always be playing, playing your fool

jack johnson

Not Waving But Drowning

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

stevie smith

For a thought...
Sow a thought, reap an action,
Sow an action, reap a habit,
Sow a habit, reap a character,
Sow a character, reap a destiny.

Samuel Smiles

Twelve

"It is about when you wake up in the morning and the snow is already coming down and it is bright between the buildings where the sun falls but already dark where the shadows are, and it is all about want. What do you want? Because if you don't want something, you've got nothing. You are adrift, you are washed away, and buried under the snow and the shadows. And when, in the sping, the snow melts, no one will remember where you were frozen and buried, and you will no longer be anywhere."

Nick McDonell

Hollow Years

Carry me to the shoreline
Bury me in the sand
Walk me across the water
And maybe you'll understand

Once the stone
You're crawling underIs lifted off your shoulders
Once the cloud that's raining
Over you head disappears
The noise that you'll hear
Is the crashing down of hollow years

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