All Art, like all Love, has its roots in Heartache.
Solitude
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
I fell in love with you the second I layed eyes on you, it had nothing to do with the way you looked, there was something in your eyes, then I found out what was in your heart.
This blog is dedicated to several people.
Clan LegO
Michele Cheow
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Poetry and major works archive
The Michele Cheow Collection
Fragments Of A Song
And the End
Ocean of Madness
A Millon Pieces
This Night
One Day
Regret
Once Upon A Song
The Musing In Between
A Friend's Lament
Supernova
On A Dish
Green Eyed Monster
Cloud Castle
My Love For You
The Moth And The Candle
The Marble, Brook and Star
Footprints
A Night Of Magic
Imprisoned
Masks
Inspiration
The Songbird And The Maestro
Hydra
Apple
Skylines
Strings
Fragile
If Only You Could See The Geometry
A New Light
Deus' Magnum Opus
Rain
Impulse
In-toxication
Duel
Hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all
The world will not end when God grants it.
It will end when the last heart is broken
Dexter
DongWei
EngYian
Gina
Grace
GuangRui
HuiMin
JiaWen
JLam
Joey
Melvyn
TingJun
WeiRong
YunYing
Yvonne
ZhengRui
Some little monster wrote this, and i thought it was kinda amusing, so here it it, verbatim.
The story of the wonderfully tragic death of WenPu, the self proclamied angel, and it is agreed by some(actually it's only himself), and disagreed by many(all except for himself) that he is sweet. He didn't die an expected death, and although a failed assassination was carried out by a noob sniper who needed glasses, he escaped unscathed. Being an idiot, he went out in the rain and was struck by lightning. However, he did not die, due to reason still unknown, although it has been suspected by some that his neopet has created a bubble of resistance that protected him, and the onmy damage that he suffered was from a small jolt, and since then he became terrified of light. Having cheated death for countless times, he he was finally wiped off the face of the earth one fateful day when he recieved the results of a Maths test. He actually topped the class, and he died from shock. After his death, some scientists were still mystified as to why he didn't die after being strunk by lightning, as they wanted to proof the existence of neopets. And thus, they cut him up, and made a shocking revelation - he did not have a heart at all, which would account for why he didn't die from a broken heat when his neopet got eaten up by a dinosaurs. He was then displayed in a famous museum, where countless tourists with no life flock to, bringing their irritating brats with them, and they would gawk at him, and take pictures. From then on, teachers would bring their students there to teach them that the heart was never part of the circulatory system, and the textbooks were filled with rubbish. In conclusion, the end.
posted @ 5:42 AM
