~Pat Damon


Fallen petalOh sacred rose of crimson blush The Holy thorn concealed in lush Field of savage flowers, they still Have yet my swooning heart to fill Like my sacred, thornéd RoseFallen petal
Oh bitter rose my hand had bled The maiden deceit my hand led Bitten by your sharp green-hued tooth And yet your beauty seems to Soothe My aching hand, and worried mind.
Oh feigning spirit of setting sun How can I thank for all youve done? Your twilight sheen does outshine the stars You sit profoundly on the high bar You brilliant celestial being
Your veined ar


Christabel EssayNow to Scape the Serpents Tongue In the poem Christabel by Samuel Coleridge, the poet uses vivid word choices to paint an overall tone. Christabel is very much a poem about innocence being taken advantage of by evil. With the way that Coleridge writes this poem, there is a very large aura of mystery that traps the reader in a beautifully woven plot. He also uses line repetition to help exemplify the tone of this work. Overall, using line repetition, alliteration, and assonance Coleridge creates a mysterious tone. One of the most recognizable literary techniques in Christabel Essay


ShoreSo what did it mean? That moment. Those years. Gone, forever wasting a portion of my life. A time when I could have done something with meaning. A meaning for me, not for us, and most definitely not for Her. But, I digress.Shore
Well, here goes: I loved her. Or, I thought I did. I loved everything about her; Her red hair that flowed so elegantly around her fair face, the way she moved her lips when she spoke. And good God, did I love the way she loved me back. I guess, that is where we went wrong. I loved her, a bit too much. And she, returned the favor. We got to the point where we needed


OceanSummer breeze Floating me Past the waves Ocean of your memoryOcean
Your crimson locks Your amber eyes Your ruby lips Your sweet goodbye
Oh, Summer breeze Please, float with me Past the roaring waves Ocean of her memory
She waited there As I left before She could say goodbye Waiting in the open door
My sweet Summer breeze Will you float with me? Past my lonely waves My ocean of her memory
I turned around And like Orpheus sought To see your face An image granted naught
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DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNN!!! YOU'RE IT!! ^^ YOU HAVE BEEN CONSIDERED ONE OF MY SWEETEST FRIENDS ON MY LIST onCE YOU HAVE BEEN TAGGED YOU HAVE TO TAG 5 OF YOUR SWEETEST FRIENDS AND LET THEM KNOW THEY ARE SWEET X.X.X""
FAKE FRIENDS: Will ignore this
Send this 2 at least 5 ppl including me if u want ^^
If you wake up in a red room with no windows and doors, DON'T panic.. you're just in my heart!!! Send this to all the friends you want to keep forever...
Send this to all of your friends, and me if I am one. If you get 7 back you are LOVED!!! Here are the numbers of what kind of friend you are based on how many you get back..
1-3 ~ you're a friend
4-6 ~ you're an okay friend
7-9 ~ you're a good friend
10+ ~ you're a great friend
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"Gravity... Is working against me...
And gravity... Wants to bring me down...
Oh gravity... Stay the hell away from me..." - Gravity by: John Mayer (:
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I can't get lost I don't know where I am.
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A little knowledge is a dangerous thing,drink deep or taste not the Perian Spring: there shallow draughts intoxicate and drinking deeply sobers us again. -- Alexander Pope, "An Essay on Criticism"
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A little knowledge is a dangerous thing,drink deep or taste not the Perian Spring: there shallow draughts intoxicate and drinking deeply sobers us again. -- Alexander Pope, "An Essay on Criticism"
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Jack, Jill, and Ailill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water.
Jack got pushed down and fell to the ground,
and Ailill shoved Jill down after.
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A little knowledge is a dangerous thing,drink deep or taste not the Perian Spring: there shallow draughts intoxicate and drinking deeply sobers us again. -- Alexander Pope, "An Essay on Criticism"
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